On the far sea horizon,
a mirage of light ships,
a trick of my eye,
for only I can see them.
No human mariners
can be on board
such luminous craft,
such unearthly vessels.
High on a mast, beams a lamp,
winks, sends a crystal signal.
Five colours I count,
sapphire, red, green,
violet, blue.
Advanced aeroplanes,
silent, otherworldly
helicopters,
for a few moments,
in a wider expanse,
circle above them,
vanish with seagull cries.
Suddenly, sand
feels hard beneath my feet,
my body numb, empty,
my eyes clean, certain.
Vision of light ships
swept away
by natural cloud,
distraction of waves,
seaweed tangle
on the shore.
