I am a captain of many years
I test the wind from the eastern pier
seemed so still
not until the open water
will the storm then creep
like a hunters snare, flashed across the air, waves of wild-eyed mares

set adrift on the northern sea
drinking wine to balance at the swaying water
back and forth!
in the north sea's whirlpool
we got sucked in
and down below, these disarming calms grow, they'll never let you go