11/05/2011 § Leave a comment
At the middle of the ship it stands swaying.
Claw marks from the cat that scar the trunk and there are slithery paths of where snails slide. The canopy reaches over the rim of the roof providing view of the dock.
The base is littered with shrubbery and preened growth that began sprouting five years ago when this abandoned ship was commandeered. This ship that once harboured four families for a moment in post-colonial times. And now, this is where we live, at the base of the mast, tending its shrubbery, mending the scratch marks.