A painter’s moving window
Framed by sea and sky.
A patterned map of faces
Of hazy passers-by.
A fog-horned dingy
in a deep stacked fog.
A cerulean mirror.
An artist’s weather log.
A pop-up port
at every journey’s stop.
A stop watched whistle.
An early tidal drop.
A time travelled station
Steering knot and clock.
A foreign destination.
A dawning morning dock.
Sketched set cities
And foot marked streets.
Carried glass and pottery
And skin sweat heat.
Sail away silhouettes
of seabirds flying home.
Pastel sculptured scenery
And misty towns of stone.
Anchored time and memoirs
Of sea bound journeys end.
Sail silently in my pocket
Like a seaman’s tidal friend.
