Sealegs

.

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

I never knew things could
(many 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 in
hull and me

…………… all new
…………… unconsciously:

whatever’s past horizon crease
is now null, unknown,
but may be
key

Jim Culleny
3/23/18