At Sea   The sea is black and gentle tonight, the sky a brilliant mist of stars. My tiny life raft rocks listlessly. With hope all but expired, I pray an empty prayer and fire off my last salvo of flares.   Far over the horizon, a man with my face gazes out to sea. Ah, he mutters, fireworks . . . and the memories begin to flow.     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont May 2013