We ran aground
while the watch stood, sailors sang cerulean
dusk heavy, shore unseen.
Mist ate up sand, sea
wave-roar mute against plank, caulk
painted gaze straining, sails empty as the night ahead.
We met the rocks with a crack, whine, splinter
hull parted like driftwood on coral: Rotten
long before the mast split.
Photo by Andreas Psaltis on Unsplash.