Drifting at night

Stars, lights afar, the slap of the chop on the hull
I drift out into the universe.
Free fall.
The air is cool.
Birds scoop for bugs over the water
Sudden phantoms veering like spooks.
Weedbeds on either side
Lights glimmer on the water
Define down.
Immersed in the cocoon of engine’s roar
There is silence, focus, peace.

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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