By Rebecca Mitkus Wishnie

Down at the dockwhen all is dark,my footsteps clangand echoon the metalcorridorabove the ocean.Filling the near silence,accompanying theshhhhof the wavesand the thudthumpof the silverboatsknocking on thedock.And thesssss…callopsssss…callopof thewhite-crestedwavesdisintegratingon the peaceful shoreline.Look at theblack sky!White sparksin the darkness of night,the kindling of light.