Wasn't he foolish?
Captain Carlos's first and last move: to plough the sea.
To straighten the sea waves in plumbed manner. An Architect's
Masterpiece was his intention. Tools on deck; tape, chords and all
He set out to his dream.

Swinging back and forth, he became his own victim
As angry waves grew and leaped. Subtle ripples ignored calmness
And embraced rage, bursting paths in awakened passion.

Who traps the unseen?
Even the earth knows not to balance day and night.
And when this is over Carlos, show me a glass half-full.