Dreaming of Shipwrecks

 

As a young man I read Joseph Conrad.

I dreamed of going to sea.

Instead, I ran away to join the circus,

the day I sat on a rowboat shaped bench,

in a museum, looking at a Turner, with

three other seafaring men, and

I wished I’d chosen the sea.

 

 

                                                                                                                                                            Photo: Francis James Mortimer