Sleeping

The last sound I heard was the forlorn foghorn

Chanting its warnings in a litany of sounds that

Will surround my dreams and send its beams to

Ships at sea as they dip and slide into safe harbor.

This scenario stands the test of time and rhymes

With man’s unending need to unfurl his world in

Search of sustenance and knowledge, the twin

Needs that leads us to yet another day and another

Way to reap what sleeps beneath the waves even

as they rock me to sleep.