Sailing

the bay thawed
you walked by its border
and into its rippling surface you stared

knowing that dry land
was the place of lies and commerce

the bay is enclosed
on one side by large homes
satisfied people on a thin strip between waters
on the other by the vast cathedrals of industry
grain, metal, ore, ships, fire, energy

you looked to the bridge and it came to you
this indistinct line on the other side
the very tip of an ancient hollow
thousands and thousands and thousands
of gallons of water, fresh water

lost in its center dying of hunger
one would not die of thirst

itself dwarfed by seas of silence
seas of blue and coral
seas of wild storms and ice
seas of windless haze for miles

where you had premonitions of death
and you wondered how you would accept it
how would you go to it when it came
so many many days from a quiet sunlit street

early days of spring
no white sails yet moving on the
shattered surface

the bay
can be contained by the lake
the lake
can be contained by the seas
the seas

are only contained by One Thing