Stop Waiting in Silence

The moon is nearly full
in the corral of all the sky we can see
from the small place on the shore,
our eyes starving to embark on a voyage
as concise as the sailors
who plot the points of each day
by the stars and ancient demolished suns
who lost their way
before time began in these waters.

I will plunge into the ocean anyway.
My fear is more than anyone could expect to change.
If the trembling is mixed with the waves,
perhaps we can pretend
all is not lost in the cold saltiness.

We will sing sustaining songs into the company of the darkness
and stop waiting in silence for twilight
to awaken us all.