What We Know

The luminous plankton glows blue with each swell of the wave,

Then falls dark with a crash.

At night, from the shore,

The ocean seems safe,

Its extent unseen, unknown, uncontemplated.

Like when I was four,

Riding in the car at night with my grandparents

Across the fearsome high-level bridge over the lake.

"Where does the lake go at night?" I asked.

"It disappears," said my grandmother.

I was satisfied to know only that.

 

Comments

[Remainderman]

Well done, Blue Clinkers. Good to have you back.