It was so hot, I stripped off and decided to put my head down for a couple of hours.
I awoke just after three to find myself alone on board and contemplated the ceiling.
The inside of our boat is beech wood, and the grain is quite lovely.
I wrote this and took a picture. Hopefully you’ll see what I did:
Dancing forms around a tree,
Arms aloft, voices high,
Stretching they sway to the rhythm
Paying homage to the sky.
Mouths an ‘O’ as they chant,
Hips swinging to a basic tune,
Patterns in a grain of wood,
I see them…… but, can you?