Auckland Poetry

A Magic Moment

Full moon in the Caribbean Sea, floes
of silver on black water, and the sea’s
calm heaves is that of a giant’s at sleep.

The hum of the ship’s engine heightens
silence, only briefly interrupted when
a door is opened and slammed shut.

On starboard I see the brilliant light of
a cruise ship, it really is a floating hotel,
I’m glad not to work on a ship like that.

My breath as easy as the giant’s, I think
of nothing and no one; weightless now
I join the seascape of my dreams.

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