Still Water Prose Poems

Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
ISBN 0-525-24795-5
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved


It's not just for the rising time
that shades are drawn
to keep the light away;
It's for going to sleep near the end
of a still-light day.

There, through the porthole,
the darkening sky and I are companions
in fading to black at sea;
Our rise and set - a synchronicity,

A new one on me: the shadeless night,
so late in life to get to know
and fall asleep in indigo.

Pacifiic crossingJuly 1985