The Bay from Williamstown
The Bay from Williamstown
Under looming rain the bay is hard,
wind gravelling its surface. From here,
without fence or bollard to prove land’s end
it seems I could step out on the water,
walk amongst the dinghies and sailboats
set into this uncracked glaze-like installation
or sculpture, part-interred. I chart my path,
imagine the hard return of sea beneath my soles
but before I can stand the wind and sun shift
and the lilting call of halyards on masts begins.
The bay returns to water; the sea is just sea.
Kristen Roberts
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