A Moonlit Crossing

Water lapped softly on the boat’s edge,

rocking it gently, to and fro.

Land seemed at once too close and too far,

the night, on the brink of retire, spread around like a pale blanket.

The moon hung low and large, reluctant to relinquish its place above,

watching all night over the brave and the foolish, the sunken and the sinking.

The boat carried messages to land, of the sea - its fiery unknowns and vast infinity,

And the sea dreamt of the land - the known, calm and finite

In sight now – land, as the day jostled the last dregs of moonlit peace away

and the sun seeped into the hot sand approaching.

January 2022

Poem 1/12

Poet's Note: A poem a month for 2022 :) Here's my first one!