Seafarer Poem by Sean Williams

Drift
Through that bitter, silver ice mist
A tight, tacking turn and the wind bites and burns; a shift away from the centre
Sail across the gulf stream into the great wide open and radio silence

This vessel is so fragile
Lashed by repetition, cracked by sea devils
Grey shapes thick as thieves with this stealthy night

There is so much sky
So much scope for identifying new stars

A seafarer with an unreliable sextant from long ago