[ 2000/09/27 ]

Aloft, fire shrouds
Quickening sail bit twitches
Flame pours seaward
Down mast, down hatch

Alas, to port
Naught but ringing sea
Waves within tumbling towers
Of crashing foam

To starboard, no relief
Stone: silent daggers
Waiting to rend wood
To drown weak flesh

From the lifeboat, I watched as
the storm scattered the souvenirs
of my life to the salted sea.

Floating, for a moment, upon the
surface -- a photograph. Devoured.

Under tumult (storm-tossed)
Dreams and memories sift
siltward, soon to lie asleep
Beneath blankets of sand