On hope:

I sat in the company of friends, today,
I was loved,

but, the evening found me silent
on the horizon,
caught me, searching
the overcast skyline
seeking or, rather, dashing
myself against the clouds

I hung limp in the low light
damp, beneath the cloud cover.

There is no place
for a man of the sea,
a man of hours.

Perhaps, in the company of
angry schools, swarming, simmering
swelling in the depths,
a man of the sea, an urchin
man o war, steeped in brine,
and selfish.
will linger in the current,
moved, and moved, and moved.

I glide through the plankton fields,
the fertile plankton fields,
the clouds of living things,