SHAKEN NOT STIRRING

Shaken not stirring

Unmoving the skin lies still

Clothing a weary soul 

In much needed repose 

Machinery that has shut down 

Overcome with exhaustion 

Bereft of needed fuel 

For restitution of constitution 

Supine, the eyes close 

Floating over a quilted cover 

Waves, taking the cross-weaves

On a journey past Heavens doors 

An ocean wets tired feet 

With energised surging surf 

Tickling the under soles 

With mischievous intent 

The face unmoving

does not betray the inner glee 

Confusing those around looking 

to disturb imaginary company 

Thirteen hours of dreaming 

Thirteen hours of rebuilding 

Threads stitched by a somnolent boat 

Cruising on pleasant healing thought