Eastward Bound

A drifter waits for dawn, feels it intuitively

The night murmurs with my half-sleeping oars.

Dark waters lie deep under my boat

Heaving in slumber

A drugged beast.

Receding banks sigh on my cheeks

Unrevealed

A rough bough scours the skin. 

In my ears

The dawn speaks her inscrutable litany,

Darkness swells

At the scent of light!