My husband is like the sweet smelling ais,
Like the flower in my ear.

When he is living ashore
He cannot wait to be off again.
Every little while he gets up to study the night sky.
He keeps waking up, he is so eager to go.
The god of navigators descends on him,
The god Werieng alights on him;
Then he can sleep no longer.

He goes down to the beach
To gaze at the western sky.
At sunset he can tell tomorrow's weather.



[Photograph: Robert Wenkam]