Oceans

                                                                     

The distance

And mists mute the tone

Of the buoy’s bell

Far offshore

Ocean’s metronome

Further off a horn sounds

Ghost calls made for spirits

The living slumber below

Warm bunks and low lights

The soft splashing

Of cold waves

Against the gunwales

The soft rolling

Of something

Unsecured on the deck above.

© Erik Hansen 2014