Nod

darkness, in velvet gloves

deftly cradles a sombre quietude,

warm freshly ironed sheets

breathe on my face, and  

pensively, breathing slowly, zen-like

I make ready 

for tonight’s passage on the uncharted waters

of the soporific ocean

a lone journey without destination

where people, places, thoughts are juxtaposed

strange atmospheres swirl, twist, 

and confuse the eye,

vague faces, unfamiliar, watch me

running naked, falling, falling

but never meeting the ground,

anxiety honed, motion dumbed

I writhe in a dance of despair,

only to be plucked violently,

gratefully, back to a friendly shore

*

© Graham Sherwood 09/21