Friday, April 16, 2010

lake

For days I bore my eyes into the body of the lake without modesty, in it, out of it, eager to hear the music in the chain of molecules that have brought me from here to there the first time and again and again.

No, it seemed to say after a while. Here's what you can do. Put away your scalpel gaze, soften your eyes like the sunset. You'll make no presentation of me. Instead, sing your silly song and dance your clown dance on the shore. Your pride is bad for you.

1 comment:

Maki said...

I love this lake and mean.^^