Long wash, flat swell

Slosh over sea’s shell;

Wind brailles

Limp sails;

Slack air

Everywhere –

Rig idled,

Mast bridled,

Rope dead,

Sheet lead,

Luff nil,

World still;

Cabin blinds:

Surf, spray,

Cast away;

Slosh fans

Lost sands;

Vast embrace

Of blank space

Meets the sea

In absentee,

Reefs pinned

In a loveless wind.

But deep inside,

The rush of tide,

Lashed by whims

As light as limbs,

Stirs in the lees

And broaches the breeze.


January 11th, 2002 10:17am-12:01pm

Duke’s beach, Oahu

Rewritten August 25th-26th, 2003


Redone February 15th – 18th, 2004

Tippet Alley