by Jennifer Luthi
Out to where the rocks slipped into the ocean
The water was so still and so like a mirror
That it became the sky.
When you actually walked out to the edge,
Carefully picking your way
Out to where the water reaches toward you
Then pulls back, out of reach,
Crossing stones of all colors,
You find that the ground you stand on
Is no longer stones, but mussels and snails.
Living and once living creatures holding you
Only thoughts away from the darkened waves.
Ever when you are standing right on the brink,
Standing on the semi-solid,
On the verge of liquid,
And you can see the stones below the water,
They fade off only a little ways away.
You could easily dive into the water,