Still Water Prose Poems

Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
ISBN 0-525-24795-5
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved

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Jeff takes me down to the bottom of the ship.
There, amid the massive turbine, the reduction
    gears, the great propeller shaft—
Thirty-five thousand horses are pulling a
    guided tour.
The young apprentice stands on the keel and
    I am here to learn;
I feel his need of our script to succeed.
I see in the eyes the fear of concern.
He has taken the reins of the foreman's role
    with his first fragile grip;
I cast for clues—a tip—
    the slightly trembling upper lip,
    the fish beneath the ship
     a foot below our shoes.

Atlantic crossingJuly 1984