This is still in need of editing, but I did get to add another verse. I’m debating another in my head, but it may or may not make it to paper. Also, happy mothers’ day to everyone; I don’t know what we’d do without you!

A berth on the low seas moored
between two giants
erstwhile masts
of greening oak
and swing.
The storm pounds down
around its gunwhales
shed and
pooling to surge up again
and creak.
The small grey craft scrabbling
vainly for a foothold
on the steep slopes
of a pending liquid avalanche
and swish.
The feathered limb of the crows nest
stark against the frothy sky
in a single spar of light
and tumble.
And the little ship sails
on into the deep embracing night
and thunder.