This poem is from my second collection Nothing serious, nothing dangerous, published by Indigo Dreams Publishing in November 2019. It was also published in The Journal # 64.
Homage to a marine biologist
Away for at least four months of the year,
sailing past the Malvinas in a small
red research vessel, RRS John Biscoe,
heading for the Antarctic.
A clarinet to keep you company.
By Spring, everyone is bearded.
For twenty winters those nails tip-tap
the keyboard, small desk, small computer,
white data sheets, dark trousers.
The ice stained yellow where the dogs piss.
A commitment, almost like bigamy.
At the start of the food chain: krill.