The Dock

The Dock

Here I sit at the end of the weather worn, and time tested dock.

I look out upon the rippling waters the water weary shore behind me.

Leisurely small ripples flash in the bright moon light. 

Like a thousand stars across the sky, I watch the lake surface mesmerized.

A strong wave makes a loud slapping noise as it hits the shoreline.

Realizing like me the dock exists between two worlds. I wonder?

Does it link them or feel the pressure of them pulling it apart?