04-09-2016, 11:30 PM
Offshore Platform #557 Calendar Photographer
Four glass bottles square in shape, each partly full –
water we wish, geopeptides, the clear, God’s mist,
as seen through the windows of crew quarters.
Five abreast and walking in waders they tote
air bags for inversing things, invasive things
like turbulence and the wash from gull wings.
But for the steel rigging on each month’s page
these would be precisely cropped Nikon shots
of a sea creature’s shell opening to the morning,
a crest curling continuously back into the ocean,
clinching to save itself in endless inward spiral.
Or a crust of music from the fever tree.