From per-if-oration -25 lines
transferred attention,
spent time
in contemplation

temple time,
sitting silent, hearing humms,
sh, some tweets mean
some birds, far away, about a
fair infield fly away, listen close
the gap...

How far is that, would you say,
a hundred feet,
thirty paces,
perhaps… there's the catch.

Hook a curiosity in flight.
Precisely right place
right time.

Think how rare that seems,
then look around
and see it isn't.

Gnatcatchers and bats catch flying
things with more measures
of possibility assessed accurately, as

instant prayer and answer.
Gulped in thanks.
Not a single read in five days, so
the old fisher casts another curios net.

My ship was attacked,
And, I being blue,
thought that it was the end.
My crew was not putting up a
fight at all.
They smashed my decks,
tore my masts and laughed as my ship wailed in agony.
I stared up at them,
I knew that fighting with them would
mean my doom
and I knew that I did not have anyone to scare them away from me.
But,
I did not want them on my ship.
I know that I may not be the best captan,
I know I may not be the most bloodthirsty or ruthless,
but this is my ship
and I want to be in control of it.
I hooked my eyes on them,
expression blank
and walked towards them.
I felt a cool hardness in my soul.
They were going to get off of my ship,
without me
having to do a single thing.
I breathed in light
and then expelled
mines of gold sedimented
in black and blurry grey
from the depths of my yellow heart.
I make a sphere of gold translucent
around my ship,
pushing away all the unwanted.
My ship came back to life,
the light had cured.
I go on,
to the horizon
to meet the purple sun
and tell Him all about my adventure.

                                                                          -storm-