Rough nights...a Sunday Whirl

Another brilliant group of words in this week's Sunday Whirl.How can a girl resist? Thank you Brenda!Port anchor wake pitch marrow link stern rail sink navigate deck storeThe pitch of the skyA fish-scale gray,Gull’s wings gray,Swimming or flyinganchors the shipHolds it in placeRoofing it over from port to sternRail in the manSeal him off from colour and lifeA lamp in each hand.Navigate from one end of the chain to the stars.The blue window of morning, a link between the varnished deck and the stairs that go down lower than the mast.Because there is a sea between the land and the man and the unfolded night that stops the noise.There is the sun’s wing that divides the wind and the wake.The two leaves of the window open on the creaking horizonSink it downA slipshod night to store the memoriesEscape and trample on the marrow of the manThe stars fall on one sideStarted this poem 17 times but it kept wanting to be nautical so I gave in. :) It's all good. Also good really good great are my friend's Walt, Jules, Sara, and Anjum.