"In the Blue Boat"
In the blue boat
     my boots stand still,
     moving with the tide.

The moon is full
     but not up.

The stars dream of shining
     under blue.

One oar holds my boat.
     An upward finger
     holding earth and sky.

Lifting the cup
     I slosh on my bare chest,
     and rub wine into my heart.
     
clyde