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sullen looks, earrings, the sea tar on their heels. One of them gathers to her her stolen children. Another mocks the curious spectators. They are free, now, as Christmas, nothing locks them up; they will do what they like, or they will not. They will make their escape to the faithless sea, now, while it sleeps. The boats are furtive, blank with possibility, chipped aquamarine. Silent, they move beneath the quiet hands of cloudlike wimples of sails. 
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Christopher Bernard is a founding editor of Caveat Lector.
He writes poetry, fiction, and drama as well as speculative essays.
His novel A Spy in the Ruins will be published by Regent
Press, the first book to appear under the Caveat Lector imprint,
in June 2005.
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