- Vol. 03
- Chapter 03
Seated in shadow she glances at a
Squared porthole on the past composed.
Deck puddles evidence previous dippings
Whole-hearted plunge or tip-toe tap untold.
Weight now pinned by pelvis and heel
This commitment is not quite firmly framed.
Pose set, yet as yet not unbalanced,
A mill swung pivot hinting coy.
An unwarned navigator's stitch pierces the bay
Safety emerging from his forearmed eclipse.
Furled shades mark their watch. Above, behind,
Below. Their itch stands contained.