Watchman, what of the night?


Passing squalls of dog barks

ruffle the distant evening.

Further to the heads the low roar

of traffic on the highway to the sea.

Within our cabin of yellow light

we rock to the rhythm of eternity.

“A six foot swell tonight.

It will get stronger as we pass the heads.”

But we will be asleep by then.

Perhaps in nightmares the sea

shall torment our sleep

or sweep us towards the rock faced

ocean of dark magnificence.

We sit together in the globe lit room.

A radio plays softly in the background.

A blue sentinel buoy passes near

rocking in the swell and our wake.

We retire to bed, the waves of night

by our window.

The distant sounds of the city, the new

moon behind the clouds.


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