land locked fishes

he rode his dark horse across the open face sea
to the dolomite cliffs and the olive branched trees
in a rayon button down, pants rolled at the knee
saddle bags full, blueprints between his teeth

with sea as their haven
a liquid barricade
they separately waded
on opposite sides of the waves

king trit on
tried in spite
of the distance
to pull the two together
to rally the one eyed witness
to dredge up the rotten bodies of
the long forgotten ships
to bring the inner winds to emptiness
to resubmerge
the land locked fishes