At edge of deep-sea canyons, horizon and
Radar clear, we slipped into blackness,
No lights, no diesels droning, only open-
Sea silence, witnessing what few have
Known, pitching waves abating, lessening
Of raw sea spray, advancing ocean night.
Steadied on wheelhouse ladder, setting
Sun at my back, ocean revealed vast liquid
Sphere, from rosy setting sun to emerging
Dusky blues, night descended imperceptibly,
Orbiting points of light, gentle waves up-
Lifting, majestic cradle of life.
As shaded hues deepened, eyes adjusted to
Narrowed light, earth rotated fifteen degrees
Each hour, last sun glimmer faded into still
Twilight. Evening on open wings, distilled
Transparent blue, constellation Orion swept
Upward, his gauntlet, radiant starry sash.
These are glories few have known or mariners
Take time to view, plowing cresting waves for
Speed and distance to their port-of-call. Yet,
Such serenities are beyond GPS coordinates,
As they provide brief glimpses into the into
The Immeasurable, rejoicing of my soul.