Edges

On the edge of the dock,
Legs dangling,
I watched its triangular dipping and darting
As it darted toward me–

Like the bright unbending
Of summer wings.
Shifting and tacking,
It swept me off
On its gleaming deck
Into the blue glaze–
Blue and mindless,
Still as the horizon,
Until I was drawn into
The blazing line
Hungry as quicksand
On the edge of day.