trucks trailers and campers keep right

I steer none of these

but I move anyway

the right side of the bridge to see

a brief, uninterrupted expanse

where

sea and cosmos merge

the sun cannot draw a line here

calling it the horizon

fire and earth create such anchors

water and air are for floating

at night, this bay drinks darkness

by day, reflecting light

a void; a mirror

brackish, of course

who wouldn’t be?