We tried to reach China
via the Northwest Passage
under the command of Hugh Willoughby.
But the ship froze fast.
We heard the ice rear up in the dark
and the planking groan and shatter.
It took several moments for the gale
to turn us into statues of ice.
I myself am standing with one hand on the wheel,
the other raised, as if it had halted time.
I can lend you eyes of ice.