Poem-a-Day, entry 335--

Gone.


Infernal haven, torn loose from the vine,

      dangling on the edge of the world

          and over-top the roiling seas so

             far from here,

                        from the strangeness here,

         the disquieting silence

              of the mind,

                  present only here--

                             and though I strain to see

                                             beyond the morning fog,

              it has been all I could do

                         to keep open my eyes,

          as the broken hush

                       begins to roar.