the night watch begins

in the light locker

a black lightless passage

where you wait until you can dimly make out its features

then you open the door and step out onto the deck

under more stars than you ever imagined possible

arching over the dark rolling sea

the ship’s screws churn a bright wake of glowing phosphorescence

that narrows and disappears near the unseen horizon

the ship hisses and vibrates as she slides through the water

you look up to see the radar antenna moving

in random epicycles against the stars

now, the quiet, the glowing wake

the stars and the sea

will be yours alone

for four glorious hours

10/11/18 LV
Copyright Michael Douglas Scott