Sure

let the sails catch the wind
 let them grow fat and full
 set out the trawl
 to catch the animals that look like aliens
 the wooden floorboards let out a full and satisfying sound
 when you rap your fist against them
 let the sun become hollow
 let the heat from it wash down madly
 and let me have
 a minute of your time
 stop the blood from rushing through
 its usual motions
 let the rudder lie still
 let the water eat through it
 let its colour darken as the day grows older
 let the light break on the water
 like a bottle on the sidewalk
 let it break against the edges of all everything
 let me have
 a minute of your time
 watch the current switch direction
 watch the lines there in the centre
 twist and turn
 look back toward the shore
 where it was a while ago
 you know, i can't see it either, can you
 give me that much at least
 but it's far beyond our reach
 but it has disappeared from view
 and let me have
 a minute of your time