Monday Poem

Getting Sealegs

topside sun’s brilliant
as it’ll almost ever be
on ship’s steel
on deep see

I never knew
that things could (at once)
still & moving be

motion’s feel out here
is constant news to me

sound of sea-slaps-hull
within sheer three sixty hoop
that hems hull and me
all new
whatever’s ever beyond horizon’s crease
is null unknown,
but may be key

Jim Culleny