The boats rock gently, the day falls silent, and pure blue descends like a cloak. There is a swan out in the middle of the harbor. The travel lift winches up the last boat, and the swan turns about in the wake before settling again.
I am drinking whiskey, watching the swan, who is watching me.
And the night came on, it was very calm
I wanted the night to go on and on
But she said, go back, go back to the world.
(February 4, 2011)