The setting sun’s orange glow peeks through the thick canopy above me.
It illuminates the lake’s inky surface and I stand alone at the water’s edge while a cool breeze traces my body and blazes a trail of goosebumps along my skin.
I shiver and shake the mounds flat,
like gravity pushing up and out,
as if someone cast a stone to break through the water’s surface,
growing to such vasness that they vanish into nothing–
I yearn to become this paradox;
My desire grows as dusk pushes its way across the sky,
when each article of clothing I remove lands softly against the shore.
I swim to depths where the water can embrace me.
Aquatic plants sway beneath me,
they tickle my bare legs and flex my toes, raise my feet to touch the surface–
and I map myself against a starless sky, surrendering all that I fear.
they sink and search for rock bottom.
The welcome weightlessness repairs my soul