Way Out On the Lake

Walking way out on the lake atop a cement-block pier Waves lap at its sturdy girders fish swim up to the surface, so near Tiny specks below the horizon boats sail near a shore far away The water looks cold and foreboding diminished light at the end of the day Fresh winds spring up, the sun dials down my jacket's pulled tight next my frame A sliver of a pale moon rises Will tomorrow be just the same