For Lack of Diamond Years

seafarer/2 a.m. and wide awake

 

 

tie me upright to the mast 

of the ghost ship Benignity 

whose absent captain

and crew transport each of us —

tucked safely in our bunks

below deck —

through the [blank]

of raw unknowing.

 

tie me to the mast . . . 

do you see the sheen of glitter

— this cresting / thoughtless sea?