The morning watch begins early
with coffee and a smoke topside.
Four o’clock on the ninth day
of November-
first morning of our last voyage before lay-up.
Soon the fog lifts to reveal
rust-orange deck plates
and coiled hawsers like snakes
writhing lazily around bollards.
Ruby-red first light glows
on pilothouse.
Throbbing engines below decks pound
and pulse like a beating heart.
Then we sail into deep dark water.
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