with bars and with salt
but no cages or fault

what the sky lacks in size
it makes up in disguise

imposing long lines
and the limits of time

part tall, part crossed, heart wide,
all found after low tide

as the clouded mind is lost in the weeds
the coverage recedes
and the true shore’s revealed

industry! industry!
talk about pull!
talk about all of the landmines to fill!
into adventure
a moral code is slipped
its forehead kissed
and sent away for life

and every day forever
remembered just like this:
lost,
but tethered to a trail