I look west

through
a large open
window
close to the
old Harbor
at a little
before
midnight

I feel a slight
cool wind
as it blows
summer
leaves
towards a
loud stream

I think of
dark waters
and salty
ocean
depths by
the cold
Passage

Then I look
beyond
a fast
moving
grey cloud
to see a
bright
Alaskan star
far out
over the
night sea…
I close my
eyes…

A marathon swimming poem and copyright © 2012 by John DaPrato