and where do you find yourself but inside
yourself, floating face-down on the still
lake surface of consciousness good morning.
and where do you find others but tapping
on your shoulder, you lift your head dripping
wet and make eye contact and know
they have their own lakes
and where do you go with them but layered
lakes that you try to balance a boat on
big enough for all the love you feel
for each other within around too much we're
sinking.
and into everyone's mixed up lakes we
fall and try to understand and meanwhile,
somewhere, you're still floating face-down.
Good morning.
