I.
What I remember of the green depths
is not their unfathomable song, but
the silence which surrounded it.
II.
What I remember of the place where
the world has fallen into the sea:
a calm point between loss and hope,
the finite stretching into infinity.
III.
What I remember of the lake behind the barn
is golden light, an overexposed photograph
in motion. Robert laughing. What it meant
to be carefree.