At the lake,

there are trees further up the hill,

that stand.

tall & proud, 

each,

reach-

ing up & up, crowding each others peace, falling at each others feet,

higher & higher they race,

clawing at nothing.

Then there is me,

Bowled over the lakefront,

Suspended.

an inch,

or so,

above,

the watery abyss,

stuck,

staring at some cold reflection of myself. 

Beside me are the broken & falling, each,

heaving into the goop,

strewn & discarded,

forever forgotten.

Some collapse in a restless heap, piled over eachother,

tirelessly ready,

to be turned to earth.

Others, lay lazily steeped,

in the water,

trapped.

in some state of purgatory.

Not for me. I just remain.

Draped over my next life,

Not knowing when, 

& knowing not yet, what this one means.

Miraculously holding onto the earth,

For some reason or another. 

If I could see you now,

I’d tell you that, you’re right.

You aren’t what they say you are,

You are, the good you see,

In yourself.

So just be, and enjoy,

Every little moment because

Soon, it will pass and that’s enough,

To love, and to let it go.