Volcan de Taburiente

from the dock, Volcan de Taburiente
opens her jaw for toy cars to load
all along The Portside Road
where we could be
· stowaways on a truck waiting to board
· a dove watching
· the anchored yacht
· bobbing the spicy evening light
where we could be
· one of a crew of two
· on The Twilight easing in from the sea
· those who leap at the Fred Olsen foghorn
· drawing curtains on shutters
· port to starboard smiles
· resting
· forgetting to go ashore
where I am, upside down
taking these photographs to send you
where we could be
· in a blink of an eye on a cruise ship lit
· like a chandelier constellation
when a squint makes glitterballs and ballrooms pulse
· right-way-up no brighter than Mars or Venus
or where my gaze comes to rest
on the one candle wavering below the waist of the deck
for a woman climbing the galley room steps
· studying a map of stars.