Lake Michigan

Your cloud line merging into lake line
you change by increments

strata of silvers and blues

a horizon of purple evolves
into a pink that fancies itself fire

carried through the ripples to my feet

then you start pitching an inky
blue-black like you’re telling my story

a shipwreck until night has blown so clear

the evening star rises
calm in the lake and sky

my eyes attune to stars
more and more like becoming

accustomed to being alone

the blankness filling
the shore is subsumed

galaxy without boundary

my need to hold on
the thrill of deciding not to