2 Into the Night at Park Point

The wind whipped through my hair, and I stood

Helpless

by the shore

A fall wind – a lake wind –

And choppy grey, the water, ringed by a semicircle of bright lights:

the town, in the distance

factories, restaurants, tourists still.

That wind; an opening in the dark clouds of periwinkle… another lake spreads in the sky

in a V, expansive

Lit faintly by remaining sun… entryway to heaven?

With the rest of the land and lake shadowed dark in twilight,

Shivering and Wanting More, I stood.

Bury me in cold sand

Let me be lapped up by the bitter shore

Lake

Wind

And occasional headlights.