Time at sea has no meaning,
pendulums cannot survive
indecision of the waves.

Moons, no matter what their
size never line up with the
portholes of tipping vision.

An hour glass tilts, sand
flows backwards, grains
queue at the bottleneck.

Time is fluid, liquidates,
evaporates, flows anti-
clockwise at the equator.

Location by hemisphere is
all one needs to know whilst
being rocked, in a hammock.