The Night Ferry, by Keith Holyoak

The Night Ferry

              A starless night
enfolds the open harbor;
              the wind plays
its song with fir and cedar.                 Out in the fog
a whistle sounds three times;
              beyond the dock
a slow murmur draws nearer.                 Suddenly lights
give shape to a shimmering ship
              and snowflakes dissolve
into ripples of endless water.                 The night ferry comes,
and stops to take me aboard
              where I can sleep
as I journey a little farther. - Keith Holyoak

Keith Holyoak