No Safer Place

In the falling dusk
With the tide well out
I feel secure
In the tungsten warmth
Crackling firelight
Plays off the walls
Which shiver and creak
When the storm gusts come

No safer place
Than a chair by the glass
Rain pelting the panes
Droplets running into lines
Refracting dying light
Journal in hand
The lamp set low
Raise my glass of red
To waves rumbling on the sand