Summer Night

.

Our eyes mirrored sequined trawlers

that skimmed the wind-scuffed bay

arms outstretched like dancers.

Heedless of the frenzy in relentless nets,

we sensed a sailor's comfort

from the flick of red to green

on channel markers beckoning

and stood on the shoreline

where the waves slapped,

lamenting the last boat's silent glide

behind the night-dark headland.

Angela Johnson (c) 2002, Pearl Beach