Comes back to you, in sharp familiar ways
through thick and blackest tar with feathered brush.
A fracture marks the place you laid him down;
soft peat holds fast where other purchase fails.
Comes back to you, delivered by strange hand
to pass you by unmet on shadowed path.
Your drogue still cast, and on such tempest seas
(the likes of her dark winds seek empty sails).
Comes back to you, and weary in his keep,
and holding things, and sleeping still enough
that waking cannot see: a fracture marks
the place. Soft peat held fast. Your purchase failed.