john harms
Blind Innocence
By the shore
on a warm summer’s night
the waters still have no end
and now hardly a beginning.
The waves creep in unseen
and smash against the rocks
like the unpredictable dream.
The only light revealed
is bounced and thrown away
as the waves preserve the
darkness
of the night,
the blindness
of the night,
so nobody can see
what’s happening
as they creep up on you
and hit the shoreline
with a fierce strike,
so they can sing their lullaby
in the innocence of the night
and put you to sleep
and make you forget
about the guilt
of the daylight.