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
