The Blanket of Night


Night envelops me like a blanket
as the tide pounds the unseen shore.
Ceaseless winds ride the waves
drowning out all other sound.
Staring into the void, I neither see nor hear,
but try to speak as sounds of silence
reunite with a voice, wanting and
needing to append the narrative,
yet there’s no one to listen.
At water’s edge I peer into that good night 
that’s anything but gentle 
as the battle rages against age and time. 
Oceanside Kwajalein. December 21, 2021. Photo by Greg Vessar.

© 2021 Gregory Vessar. A Thousand Miles from Kansas. All Rights Reserved.

Categories: Philosophy, Poetry, Republic of the Marshall IslandsTags: , ,

3 comments

  1. Incredibly haunting and it reverberates in those last few lines.

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