Watching.

Everyone's alone on the pier,

Evenly spaced, careful of the peace.

Staring, smoking, examining:

They see only echoes of 

Nothing and themselves.

 

Waves skip and slap in the

Veils of skittered light,

Make hanging emptiness 

Lovely; lost boats

The subject of paintings.

Time just sits, lets go

The flow as we bask and 

Loll to plink, clink, plink-

Mulling between walls or

Wading through air

To feel, not think.

I always wished I could

Open my eyes Underwater.