A man of many hobbies

 He saw himself a sailor
upon the ship either coming into port or leaving it
fine wares to bring, barter and sell in those crystal streets
The subtle presence of his wife a cloud

On his horizon

He saw himself a bridgebuilder
All cities need them
These clever engineers that insist
And never live their failures down

Yet he could forget his

The glare coming off those crystal streets
showed that all fathers have a narrow alley
That becomes a part of them until they end
Markets and stalls, hidden doors even

Take a look inside a man

He saw himself a mayor
Above the crystal yet infected by it´s trivialities
It´s swimming pool existance
It´s status as a perpetual public holiday

existance requires veracity 
In a maze of abstract visions