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.