Sea

Streetlight bugs like snow
Savoring the glow
Summer warming the wind

Calm is the night
Willing darkness toward light
Forward to morning begin

Tonight of all nights
Unlike before
The last of perpetual cycle

Gulls overhead
Hear final word said
A man gone too long from sea

The river flows quiet
The moon falling silent
The arms of the delta stretch wide

Creaking of oars
Leave echos on shore
As land gives way to water