A cloudburst
sweeps the harbor,
the raw piers
unmarred by
a royal call
to order.
A slower progress
than this
is hard to
imagine, the rewards
her conquests
pile up,
filled to fathom
and glittering
such crimson
or silver
that weather fattens
through dimension,
colluding with
unseen enemies,
riding the
whispering flanks.
She sets forth
beneath gloomy
skies, as
each successive
wave calls
to the one
before
the news
that never
changes.