Ship in fog.
A thick grey office-like fog
a monotone horizon
with the deep blue
blankets of water for a bed.
The ship don't move
it's paused from time
away from clocks
and schedules.
On the bow
a raven leaps,
obscurely viewed
and wondered at
by mariners ancient
on the ship in fog.
Below the serenity
miles of cold black water
down to the miry slopes
of slumbering mountains
forgotten by the air.
A shout
and further silence.
