Along the Water's edge

On the Water’s Edge

Walking along its edge

I see posts, old pilings, parts of piers

Little houses on the water

History gathers here

Not only mine

Drawn here from a dry Idaho

An irrigated desert

Those who earlier lived on this edge

Fished, grew babies, brothels, and bars

Churches, too, schools

The water’s edge

Has always pulled humans

Like the moon’s tidal tug

For food or fish or possibilities

Of what connects and what separates us

The sun and moon rise here

Sometimes the moon sends its beams

Sashaying orange across the water

It is good to walk and live and be part

Of now and the past

To spot a ship on the horizon

Sails billowing my imagination

With what will be after

Along this edge