This water
is a warm sheet of glass
created for the sky
at Sunday’s golden hour
I place myself upon it
we become one. I
silence these jilting limbs
balance a homeostatic buoyancy 
half above and half below
this moment face up (to clouds)
I still myself to nothingness 
absence of strife 
without worry
above thoughts
split from self
numb to sound 

and still
there is you