The crowds
We arrived in crowds,
and I said
I have already seen this.
The crowds
made little homes at
the tops of buildings
that sagged
and the crowds
made ready for winter
and hoped for the old
water in the canals
to harden the boats and the trash
which I had never seen
and I told them that
and we looked for things
that looked like
paintings.
The horizon
became something
the sea made
and everything telt.
There was no
other horizon
even though we looked for it
though I had seen it.
The crowds made crowds
and a city
and the white winter came.
We enjoyed
the chance to be alone.
Then we went to the sea
to see past ourselves.
The wide still of
the land was full.