Almost nightly, I secretly wished (now it can be revealed) for bad weather or a technical problem or a broken ship
needing repair that would prevent us from sailing away once we were on a Mexico shore.
It is said that scuba diving emerged out of necessity when a Greek soldier, way back in 500BC, jumped off a broken ship
and used a hollow reed to breathe underwater for hours.
He said in order to ascertain whether North Korea was involved, authorities have to look at the shape of broken ship
parts and recover splinters of a torpedo or a sea mine, and determine whether the North had such weapons.
He told her about the act of epic heroism her son and two other torpedomen carried out while their broken ship
sank into the ocean.
So what renders me today a broken ship
in a desolate port, no one speaking to it except echoes, no one living with it but rust?
It sways white above the broken ship
, perpendicular to it.