Debris flung into the air as so many discarded
pieces and string quartet music floats laden with meaning.
I cling to the rail now as my world ends.
Letting go I fall and as the icy cold death
that is the North Atlantic welcomes me
into her waiting bosom I jolt awake
and sit on the edge of the berth.
The dream sheds itself from my mind
like water running from the sides of an
As I make my way to the water closet
the floor beneath my feet shifts
and my cabin door bangs open.
The music of a string quartet wafts down
the companion way and the sound of running feet
increases, as the screaming begins.