Wright

I might as well write as a wright. Square, level, plumb? Carpentry, cartography, quilting, sailmaking; mathematics of the carpenter son: with cotton, hemp and jute… with paper, quill, the Aves plume, ceramic well, and ink of blue. Indigo for thee blueprints aye, and pitch the planks with tar and rope, like waddle and daub. There anvil rung for iron wrought, it’s temper quenched, the lanterns shone, for, with a compass, windlass, knots… and neath his heavens, whence armillary taught: as dividers and square of regalia are sought; with cleats and blocks for oft coiled lines… to hoist the sails, to rudder keel unto headings charted, by the eye, through sextant, spy glass, peering fourth, on inclined bearings; at said fixes: moon and stars, mountains, nigh a bluff house lamp. Captain at the wheel… of this hull and masts… futtocks keel to gunwale, o’er, as with ramparts, watched… the gleaming by which I still doth yearn, as banner hearthward this ship’s sermon, a wife for I: I; prison mate…