Standing at the edge of a lake where
the clouds are gray as a swallows bellies
and the sky is low as the sloping hills,
you wonder how an image can feel
far too vast
for a simple mossy dock over tepid water.
As the water reflects the sky,
the worlds meet like kissing horizons
and you’re suddenly left staring
over the edge of eternity
in your ice-thin sneakers and ratty coat,
your mind its own extraordinary infinity.