Still Life
The shadow of a bottle
and four wine glasses
on the cockpit wall
casts a spell.
The noisy process
of cooking the evening meal
stops while the crew comes on deck
to see this artwork grow and wane
as the boat drifts and the sun
moves down its path toward night.
Poem from "Snapshots," The Essential Rudder: North Channel Poems (Finishing Line Press, 2008)
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