Unmasked
Slowly towards the pier
Moving sure and silent
Barefoot in dew wet grass.
The day had expired,
the night approached
Tentatively,
Grey at first, finally
Black and ebony,
The total night.
It was as cool and fresh
As the day had been
Hot and oppressive.
Relief was welcomed and savoured
As he sat on the old wooded pier.
Tired yet he could not sleep
He sought relief with the eternal
Lapping of the small waves.
On his back he could smell the musty
Boards of the old structure
and hear its weary creaks
Staring up at the perfect sky.
His senses alive.
The stars much brighter than
Thoses visible in the city.
The water almost calm,
The reflection of the shore
Only slightly distorted.
In the night the Earth became near
Perfect.
Imperfection hidden,
Reality unmasked by the sun.
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