I am sailing now for many days,
perhaps weeks, maybe years,
a slow bob onward to the light,
small there, unchanging in the darkness,
very far away

The calls of nightbirds
close in the surround of
the low sky

A warm breeze though, there is no chill
to thwart my hope

Once upon a calm sea a large moon rose and
filled the black hollow with golden gray

The sound of the waves there
against the rocks, without an ear in sight
to hear, haunts me everyday

Back to the light
turned around
soft spikes of sunspots sparkle
peonies of fireworks
explode without sound

Back to the light

Chagall 2019