SAILOR WHO FELL FROM GRACE WITH THE SEA

THE TERRIFYINGLY DELIBERATE PRELUDE & THE SUDDEN, RECKLESS FLIGHT; THE DANGEROUS GLITTER OF SILVER IN A TWIST OF FRAYING CABLE - STANDING UNDER HER OPEN PARASOL FUSAKO WATCHED IT ALL. SHE FELT LOAD AFTER HEAVY LOAD OF FREIGHT BEING LIFTED FROM HER & WHISKED AWAY ON THE POWERFUL ARM OF A CRANE - SUDDENLY, BUT AFTER LONG & CAREFUL PREPARATION. SHE THRILLED TO THE SIGHT OF CARGO NO MAN COULD MOVE WINGING LIGHTLY INTO THE SKY, & SHE COULD HAVE WATCHED FOREVER. THIS MAY HAVE BEEN A FITTING DESTINY FOR CARGO BUT THE MARVEL WAS ALSO AN INDIGNITY. ‘IT KEEPS GETTING EMPTIER & EMPTIER’, SHE THOUGHT. THE ADVANCE WAS RELENTLESS, YET THERE WAS TIME FOR HESITATION & LANGUOR, TIME SO LONG & HOT IT MADE YOU FAINT, SLUGGISH, CONGESTED TIME / MISHIMA YUKIO