Not the beating, but the
breath
of a motor, nearly silent,
alerts me and I turn
to see
into myself,
and into you, and into this
wild universe
faintly
suggesting life ….
a tiny boat sputters along
without lights this
moonless night …
black sky, black sea, black mountains …
black, black, black is everywhere.
It scares me just a bit and yet
he moves …
a man at peace
alone
in the vast.