Beyond The Reeds

Are you used to this she screamed
Marking switches and ancient reeds
That mark the depth so clear and
Smooth on our stretched white feet.

The flesh oars of the adventurers raft,
Blow hot air to last as long as
The sunset is over the trees, holding
Back the black suffocating the blue.

There we are in decades on the dock,
Hands in quick spotted knots for
Centuries have passed to fade out
And set loose that layer of the earth.

I will wait here for the seasons to sever
She said, white death instead of red
Life is calling from the shore, so
Jump off and dig your feet into the bar.