Losing my way one heaving, stormy night, I blundered onto the bridge - where perhaps I was not meant to be - and there took fright: the wheel untended, no one there! Who keeps the watch? my former naval voice called out, unheard by winking, clicking instruments. Green water shuddered ship and me. I sensed my body then, the self-adjusting beat of pumping blood, the intake and exhaust of breath - which all was being done for me as it has for decades, faultlessly. So where and when do I come in? The tossed and trembling ship! and who is meant to man it? And who or what has just composed this sonnet?
Frank Dux