In a glass bottomed boat
I will float far away and
will look at the sea as
the fish look at me.

It depends on the lens I suppose,
heaven knows mine are scratched
by the fingernails of time, but
the boat sails at nine and
this tide I'm on is mine
so I'll be there.

A meeting with Neptune is
written,
coming soon
to a bay
near to you and another one
with Poseidon,
old Gods lining up to grab at my throat,
on the glass bottomed boat
all they can do
is look.