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
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