Leaving the harbor
the safety,
peace,
tranquility
of the known.
Into the night
transported
no light
quiet,
no wind,
silence,
stifling,
moving without knowing
where.
Clouds above
obscuring the light
of the moon,
hiding the stars,
which way to go?
I drift.
The harbor is behind,
waiting
for a breeze,
the moons return,
something to change,
something to illuminate
the way.
There is a brief white light
behind the clouds
but it is dark here,
I pray for light.
The ship seems to steer itself
into the unknown.