sitting on a Norwgian Fender,
on a speeding boat,
staring up at the twinkling stars,
lost in a world
of roaring wind and engines,
shattering the serene view
a blue strobe lights up,
a spot light cuts through the night,
like a butter knife through hot butter.
engines cut down to a dull roar,
the wind ceases its howl,
and the insects return
to the lights with a vengence.
sweat dribbles down my spine,
I stare hard at the spot of light on the shore,
following its progress with concentration.
at last the light blinks out,
the dark boat is gone.
slowly the engines rev up,
and the wind begins its roaring howl,
the boat I am on picks up speed,
I relax and sit back on the Norwegian Fender,
lean my head back,
and gradually my night vison comes back,
and all the while,
the stars wink in mirthful delight,
over head the small boat.