The Radio Officer Encounters a Maelstrom
The wrecking spiral drags him
under, down, down.
Birling like a spinning top,
he coils and unfolds through the vortex.
Sparks of earth's light flicker
under his eyelids,
wild salt water in his windpipe.
a lifetime ago,
seals, dolphins, his mother.
She is kneeling on the moor,
plucking heather for luck,
shaking soil from its roots,
roots he is planting,
laid out on the Atlantic seabed.