I found adrift a wooden boat
water-logged among thickest weeds
bow submerged and stern afloat
abandoned without locks or oars.
Its paint once green is faded now
chipped and gouged where wear is found
broken seats with rotting boards
almost nothing of it sound.
I wondered who had given up
on this old and weathered hulk
how they’d decided on which day
this useless thing be cast away.
when they told me
to not
make homes out of peoplei laughed
because who would be foolish enough
to plant the seeds of themselves
in a skin that wasn’t theirs, or in a smile
they didn’t ownbut when i turned to show you
there was only quietempty space
and my roots
from around your ribcage
Bottled History by Commoner
“Ray Gascoigne has spent a lifetime at sea as a shipwright and sea merchant. His memories and love for ships are made physical through miniatures he constructs with extreme care within old whisky bottles. Over the past 60 years he has built hundreds of replicas of ships from the past and present of maritime legend. Many were built at sea, in the lonely cabin hours of night, and Ray (now 85) continues his craft on land today” (watch video).