Holding Ground

A White Leghorn rooster with pure white plumage and a tall red comb in a khaki officer's shirt with black-and-gold shoulder boards, standing on a steel step on the bridge wing of a cargo ship at anchor, a steel mug on the rail beside him, many ships waiting at anchor across a hazy tropical bay, a city skyline and green hills under towering clouds behind

Waiting on the Rain

Thirty-two ships a day go through, and he is not yet one of them. He has painted the rail, finished the Conrad and taken to watching the clouds over the hills, in case one of them means it.

15 September 2026