duality of vision

i see the ship manoeuvre around the rocks
the waterspout appears not far from shore
to note these things shakes one to the core
the image must pass by some mental blocks
southward i imagine grey ships in the docks
wind whips around me and i guess the score
not from the signals but with head so sore
as dreadful wardens must unseal the locks
each of the memories is worth some thought
and now the wind is waving every leaf
far from the sea while the sun seems so soft
in this its proper season we do what we ought
each in our own way to combat the grief
and wonder at the clouds moving aloft