The lonely calls of Manx Shearwaters echo
across the vast waters of the Atlantic.
The catamaran drifts further from
the destination without deck crews
to guide it Westbound. The Captain
strands himself on his own ship,
by slowly pushing each mate away.
Once being entitled to a few selfish moments,
they became frequent and old
like the sea-green algae lining the ship’s hull.
Alone, he stands, searching for someone
to guide him home, but finding only Shearwaters
hunting fish in the dark, frigid waters.