Monday, November 3, 2014

on anchor

With the anchor down
in a harbour amongst other vessels
he took the opportunity to go aloft to
see that all was well from

another perspective.

From the cross trees, 
envisioning the anchorage with 
the changing tide 
and possible wind shift, 
the game of chess came to mind.

In payment for his effort the cadmium sun 
did break through through mineral violet
and panes grey just as the rain began.

He was back on deck by the time the squall hit

The anchor rode groaned as vessel swung into 
the new wind direction and
the chaotic dance of difference began.

After a brief eternity 
the neighbouring boats all swung into the wind.

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