“We rode surging depths…”

Churning dark waters, white caps
Rolling, Bay of Fundy changing
Tides, extremes highs and lows,
Briny doors unbarred, we rode
Surging depths, invisible might
Of ebb and flow. Tugging on ship’s
Steerage, engines idled back, 40-
Foot boat turned round, as if she
Wore wind-stretched sails, we
Pushed south towards headland
Cliffs, Isle of Grand Manan.

With changing tides, white caps appear similar to shoal-
waters, deep force, 30 fathom or more, tugging on steerage.
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