Sinking 
Chest deep 
In the morning’s blue reflection 
Running cold
Swept southward 
At perfect leisure  

An anchor’s pulled 
From its grave, 
Of a dark riverbed 
And the thrills of lost year’s
Unreel in my head

Overrun 
And afloat 
Sailing past high noon 
To its misty brine 
Indisposed 
Featherlight 

The jealous cry of the shore 
Falls hollow, 
Out of reach 
In the cold blue mirror 
Leaving sunlight to preach