A Dinghy Ride By Starlight
There is an echo even now. Awakening
From haunted dreams, late in the night
A memory of a dinghy ride by starlight:
The noise of the motor reverberating
Off the coast, above the rushing waves,
Cold and damp from sea spray and rain:
Phosphorescent glittering streams in
Our passing wake arise from unknown
Depths as we skim their salty matrix:
A shoreline strewn with the debris of
That unending war: A warning to steer
Clear off, but to keep a parallel course:
Dark ragged hills like a rip in the fabric
Of a jet black sky and the ghostly white
Foam of the relentless Solomon Sea:
Speak not of crows for I have seen them
In a mist shrouded morning at Rabaraba
Where they held their nodding congress.
And Champion’s surprise at finding me
There, upon his arrival, was worth a
Hundred voyages into Anuki Country.
Copyright © Michael Dom | Year Posted 2013
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