In a landscape of stone
I strive for the softness
Of water
Stone breaks the surface
Of a void expanse
Empty to the edge of nothingness
The spare rock
Forms a peak atop a slope
Extending down I know not how deep
So I dive
Into the depths
To find the foundation
Of me
So that I might rise
Knowing the nature of self
And walk the featureless plain of me
Into being
Occluded skies
Reflected in a secluded cove
Cold, still water
With the clarity of glass
Now I
In this diffuse, scattered light
See the depths in crisp detail
A bed of granite
Obscured by sand and silt
In this, I see myself
The bedrock of me
Beneath a sediment of memory
And these beneath the terrible weight
Of experiences so fully repressed
As to be rendered transparent
So I stir up the bottom
Cloud the water
See what patterns emerge
To reveal the dark matter that is the forgotten me
Ripples
In the soft
And the hard
On the water
A gentle breeze
In the moment
On the granite
Storms and ice
Over aeons
In my spirit
The rock and roll
Of the history of me
We skim the slate grey
Beneath a gloomy grey
In our crimson coats
On our speedy boat
Exuding a rainbow of glee
In the calm of a lakeshore afternoon
Even the gulls fall silent
Light breezes reveal in relief
Where ripples swath the glassy smooth
Warm exhalations condense in the chill
With measured breaths
Close eyes
Breathe in the peace
Distant buzz grows
Hull thuds against the lake
Casts sprays of white noise
Laughter rises in several tones
Then slowly fades away toward silence
Until the wake finds the rocky shore
Splash
Splash
Another splash
Now stillness
But for the breeze
And my breath