Four Sketches Page 4 From the cool spray that rushes up with the     sunset. In the darkness that follows, the islands are     visible Only as clusters of light marking villages And then nothing. These terrestrial Stars to which we incline, on which we rely,     against Whose sparse light we navigate these waters, Are themselves like anchors, affixed To some great motion, hammering their Luster into the heavy seafloor of the night. Ernest Hilbert, New York poet and critic, edits and publishes the daily online literary news-letter E-Verse-Radio. .