The Water *

Adrift, moored to nothing

Listing gently
I loll in the pool

back arched, nose like a reed until
sound becomes weightless
my heels held like Achilles to the bottom

falling without form,
I let go,
look up to the mirror-distorted surface
and dissolve into the water.

I am free
of double-crossing flesh
and bothersome need.
there is no now and there is no then
I am suspended in the moment.

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And let the darkness fear our light.