Boat people fishing at night

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.