A Dark Night
“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”
Unknown
One of the darkest nights that’s ever been,
Ominous clouds, obscuring every star,
The new moon hides, it’s nowhere to be seen.
Flicker of light emerge from the sandbar,
A fisherman in a small outrigger,
Alone he drifts towards the reef afar
He dropped anchor so he could linger,
The catch bodes well for the fish are biting,
He grips the oar with cold, weary fingers
Then from faraway, a flash of lightning,
Chased by the loud roar of rolling thunder
Then silence, an eerie sound of nothing
Rain poured down; fierce torrents torn asunder
Then he weighed anchor, rowing hard for shore
Lightning struck with unexpected plunder
With each bright flash, he saw the coast once more
As waves rose high, his small boat tossed and turned
Cold water pooled, a threat he can’t ignore
His catch cast out; his dreams of bounty spurned
To save his craft from sinking in the tide
Each stroke of oar, his weary muscles burned
At last, he touched the shore, the storm had died
With grateful heart, he praised his fortune dear
And watched the quiet sea, now calm and wide
Soft hints of dawn, an intimation clear,
That light will soon dispel the night’s dark fear
11-13-2024
© Vic Evora
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