Auckland Poetry

Evening Mood (onboard a tankship))

The crew has had their evening meal
now they smoke and play cards in
the mess hall, the cook and his helper
have more work to do, their day is long.

The bright light in the galley keeps
the night at bay, the cook stands in
the doorway, a mug of coffee in hand
and smoking a small cigar;

He has to go down to the store room
take out the food needed for tomorrow;
the sea is calm, the sea breeze a caress,
and he’s glad to be far from shore.

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