They see me

Without a word

Through the sea white mist

Slow silent slip away

They see me

An empty vessel

Adrift from my moorings

Fading to the horizon

To move, like night, from sea to sea

They see me

Haze distanced

Lost to all and love

Hull down, alone

Eternally to drift

To tide or current whim

Sometime becalmed

Drifting

Sometime storm blasted

Drifting

Sometime wave broached          

Drifting

They see me

My bridge silent

My chronometers still

No telegraph ring, no engine

No crewspun wheel, no course

No master to point the way

No charts marked

For navigation

I have no power

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