Temporary Arrival

At the break of dawn
The future arrived
A speckle from the horizon
After years at sea
It’s approach
Was ner’sail-less, yet
Enough wind
Blew it into port

Its size had changed
No worse for the wear
The pilot’s light flickered
From bright to dim to bright

Before the day’s last light
The bunk was readied
The ship slipped it’s slip, and
Faded from sight, again.

Mark Mularz