casting off
casting away
tin clock
without a face
tells the hour

casting away
for the last time
no way back
clearing the lee shore
through the eye
of a zephyr

sweeping across
sweeping the currents
trimming sail
beneath the dizzying stars

beyond the hours
beyond the days
beyond sight
beyond breath

a mirage of gannets

2 thoughts on “SPRAY”

  1. Thanks for sharing this poem Chris. Slocums last voyage was somewhat of a metaphor for transcending, when everything in the relative world was achieved . Knowing his story, it has strong imaginings for me. The birds are specific points, but the scope is huge. Point and infinity.

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