Pontchartrain

To witness the fluid breadth
Where the darkness shifts to meet it

Is to remember a time
When I was floating upon it

Unmoored

Like a pale petal in a desert
At the mercy of winded sands

Or a footprint in a jungle
To which there are no visitors

A speck of blind consciousness
In a wise, unblinking blue

As willing to rest in its vacant gaze
As to sink forever into its consequence