The Bay

calm and at rest amidst islands of commotion,
unrest, and eagerness.
a place for some, an abode to none yet i have grown
so familiar with

the smell of salt and filth, nudging against each other
the way the wind asks you to dance, only disturbed by the concrete
coast
surrounded by metal golems with glaring eyes

the night illuminates the horizon
euphoria or nostalgia?
satisfaction?
frustration?