untethered, buffeted and way off course, of course.
These searing winds bring new beginnings,
weather muffling their message into Morse.
Rat a tat tat! It's only that
I can't work out where the letters start and end.
It's murky down there. You'd better be smart and bend
your knees to prevent
the seas reaching you.
Roll with each roll,
you can't control it.
Ten tonnes of emotional ballast beneath us,
we wait for the skies to clear.
