Slocum and the Sloop Spray
Of the treacherous area of half submerged rocks
in the Pacific Ocean called the Milky Way
Darwin remarked that any sailor looking upon it
would have nightmares for a week.
Under the Southern Cross
she slides over a calm sea
tracking the route of Darwin’s Beagle
while Slocum the solitary
lies below in amniotic sleep.
At the hour of the wolf
he awakes to razor harmonies
the boom of hard waves against rock shelves.
He clambers up the companionway
is pitched onto the deck
fears the viper hiss of waves
whipped to foam.
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