Oct. 12, 2012

Shoreline

We're on the pier,
No one about
     but the Rip Van Winkle guard,
permanently napping at his post,
     crosswords clutched in his hand.

Looking inland,
We see the great meeting of the seas,
One of earth,
     lapping up against the land,
           receding to the depths,
And one of man,
     solid tides rippling skyward,
          glittering steel and glass waves
     frozen in the air
          as they slam against the lake shore.

There's a path that runs between them,
     and we share it single file,
          you and me,
     longboarding between the shores
          of earth and man.