Sanna Hartnor - 8.

lakes are predictable
and smooth like mirrors
lakes are black and seas are grey
the sea slept
with one eye open

from that eye
a hardiness shone
so old that it had
an extinct and altogether
unknown colour

the sea was there
when the colours came
the light and eye sockets for the light
to throw itself into
colours were novelties
you wore their names
like hats