The road runs between water
To the horizons grey reflective skies
Like nature's way: something vast
Impersonal and beautiful, regular
Predictable as language, reflective
Meaning too that underneath
It's not the sky but muddy grass
Punctuated by consonants
We all know this
But love the infinite sheens of surfaces
All you need for reflection
Can't stop it or understand
Meaning like water
Doesn't go away
But slowly returns
Can't keep it out
Stretching
To either horizon