Bill Cushing

Rookie - 56 Points (March 7, Far-too-many-years-ago / Norfolk, Virginia)

Sailing (For Joseph Conrad) - Poem by Bill Cushing

I have always taken
the four a.m. watch:
those three hours before dawn when,
inhaling the moist sweetness
of a new day, we awake
and escape last night’s darkness,

leaving technology
to experience
quiet and primitive satisfaction.

The ocean rushing underneath,
its volume
dependent upon current hull speed,
spills a phosphorescent wake —
the only natural source of light
besides the moon.

Rolling up and down,
swaying into balance
on the balls of my feet while
cradling the warmth
of a mug’s contents.

Soon
an orange sliver appears
and grows, as the sun
finds the seam in the weld
that fixes sea to sky.

Topic(s) of this poem: memories, sailing

Form: Free Verse


Poet's Notes about The Poem

One of my first serious attempts at poetry, I have always been proud of this, not least for having been able to incorporate an image from Conrad's 'Heart of Darkness' (thus the reference to him in the title) .

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 19, 2015



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