A starless night
enfolds the open harbor;
the wind plays
its song with fir and cedar.
Out in the fog
a whistle sounds three times;
beyond the dock
a slow murmur draws nearer.
Suddenly lights
give shape to a shimmering ship
and snowflakes dissolve
into ripples of endless water.
The night ferry comes,
and stops to take me aboard
where I can sleep
as I journey a little farther.
