Onboard a band of blue Bermuda latitude
Some sapphire map of liquid globe that rolls
Where wash machine confusion waves unfold
The ship a hammock o're this watery tomb

1000 white capped crashes surface wreck
But swell my limpet heart like seaweed blooms
The sky is overcast in concrete hues
And only those with courage go on deck

Under my palms the varnished railing sweats
A kiss of mist blown spray from open sea
Strange urge to jump and tack life's helm alee
And merge our shaking breaths in a duet

Written by Sara Fielder © Dec 2015