Ace Boggess is author of four books of poetry, most recently I Have Lost the Art of Dreaming It So, and two novels including States of Mercy. His writing appears in Notre Dame Review, The Bellingham Review, River Styx, cream city review, and other journals.
The world seems vast at night:
flat, straight, the same in all directions,
black except for city light
at the horizon. When I stare,
I feel I could set out &
go anywhere, find someplace
I might settle against a comfy chair.
Wouldn’t stand there star-blind.
I’d want more peace ahead
than war behind (the world
so vast at night, I said).
If there were thieves or enemies,
I’d swear, “Oh, let them come.”