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?