Crafts, a failed canoe, and reconciliation

1 At dawn, the castaway turns his first hard-burnt pipkin, its sand-melted glaze shining

2 Crusoe bends over steaming broth in his first clay pot as Poll watches from his perch

4 Crusoe rests a hand on his vast cedar dugout, which points to a creek it cannot yet reach

6 In an open drawer, mould-spotted coins lie forgotten beneath an idle sun-browned hand

7 At the cave mouth, Crusoe looks over his green plain and the sea, quiet and thankful

8 The castaway looks down with rueful pride at his goat-skin cap, waistcoat and breeches

9 Crusoe folds his goat-skin umbrella as two spoiled frames lie on the sand at his feet