My problem with reading poems is that I think too much -- I keep trying to figure out where this is (famous skyline - NYC? Istanboul?) and where the speaker is. The water is moving away, so the tide is presumably going out... Or (I like this notion) the speaker is on a ship, seeing the skyline head on but water intervening...
Anyway, favorite line -- the water that is "the closest thing to everything" there is.
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