Haven/Home
The sun sits heavy on the hill
It’s light dusts the lakewater
Through some pattern of mirrors
The sunlight rests on my skin
It ebbs and flows as lakewater does
Little silvers of warmth
That soak, permeate
My pale winter’s thighs
I want to pen this feeling
I want to press it into paper
Like a wildflower from my haven
But this is just my drive home
Do you hear that?
I lay belly up
Pink and exposed as salmon
In a cold green lake
Under lukewarm
Late spring sun
The water pushes its hands
Into the small of my back
It whispers
“I am, I am,
I am, I am.”
I lay belly up
The more I look
At the green of the lake
I see less and less color
More and more reflection
“I am, I am,
I am, I am.”