Out, far out, in the darkness
beyond the lights of the camp's perimeter
a frail quivering thing hangs
like a star below the cliff
A slight ghost's eye ?
A lost soul wandering the waste
of swelling waters without end ?
finality of loneliness ?
Fire above water
a solitary flame
with only space and dark
dark time to comfort.
The sampan bobs on the current
as happy fisher boys
haul in
their long full nets.