Seafarer

I am a seasoned seafarer
And I stalk the decks
Of this great ship
As it surges through
Froth topped waves

And I feel
Some watery spirit
Eyeing me, stalking me
Someone who drowned
When a vessel was dragged down

Into the blue-green garden
Beneath my feet
And my eye
Like a camera shutter
Snaps its black shadow

Storm-struck,
and whipped by the wind
I am wild
I have summoned up the dead
I have sinned.