Sometimes, in blogging, an intended post gets caught unposted. Here one of those finally appears. My, it was drafted long before I lived this close to the sea.
however elegant, talisman bowsprits
cast gelatinous shadows
along shoreline and then blackened wharf
grappling irons of the hull or side gateway
expertly, the customs master inspects
postgraduate credentials in each captain’s script
and assesses the excise due
the crew, returning well-off in some dividend
of dexterity, superstition, and chance
fathoms contempt at the helm
some hauled fishing mesh or harpooned leviathans
or transposed merchandise from Shanghai or Liverpool
while privateers or warships are porcupines passing by
while on the other hand, coming downstream
through melting forest ignorance
deadly as any rip current, as any metropolis
with charts, rudimentary as
a canoe or kayak
traverse bitter
names for the same stars
argument or laughter, depending
on the embrace
in all that I found welcome
still, you know seasoned voyageurs
who will fear water
Jnana's Red Barn 