Water Dreams

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.

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