Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Vision of Ghost Ship Four Days Into Hurricane



















No food and no sleep brings on strange visions.  Can't open cupboards or refrigerators that toss contents like an agitator.   35' swells and constant motion - everything comes unattached including ones psyche.  It was so beautiful out there.  A boiling, writhing force of energy, graceful and rude.  I was christened into an ancient seafaring log of survivors and a victory meal played out over and over tainted with knee jerk hysteria and delayed tears.