ADRIFT
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Des Dillon (U.K.)
Clear air bends the night and
stars
curve into the black troughs
of water
where my tiny boat is a dark
unblinking eye
drifting through universes so
that I can’t
tell if it’s the sky or the
sea lapping at my prow.
On the second night I prayed
loud to endless gods
answered by cold ripples of
desolation.
On my third night that
southern ocean fell calm.
I sliced through the broad
silver plate of the moon
coming to rest upon the
soundless belt of Orion
where my heart became the all
hearing ear
for the absolute lonesomeness
of being.
No fish, no birds, no wind, no
rain. I float
sans time, sans space, sans
faith, sans hope.
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