Fresh water suits my watery nature.
as I squint at the ripples of redemption,
i watch the ducks glide beside me
keeping me on the straight and narrow
or trying to.

The call of strangers splatters across
the sky as I choke on what I know,
i cannot even whisper out, or sigh,
though I try.

Mountains and sky reflected in the still water,
the ordinary has become extraordinary over night. 
Among the golden gleams of sunset
we look, blinded, into the sun again and see
what we try to see, fleetingly.

For here, too, light and shade are parting.
flashes of lightning split the far horizon 
these southern skies tumbling with stars 
floating now, I am surrounded by a soft mist
i try but cannot resist.

I feel disturbingly clean shaven
as i gaze into the growing gloom,
the shaded bay has finished with the town lights
though I know they are somewhere there, mirrored in the lake,
i try to forget this but can’t. 

My stomach rumbles as I swallow my hunger.

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