Lake Reflections

Memory has got deeper, lake deep. There are bodies still yoyoing around in that water – most of them younger images of me. A buoyed-up-recognizable-self rises to the surface: I’ve lost weight, I think, then I recall the year that trimmer-likeness took to these waters. "What’s that old guy doing'? He’s back-stroking along and grinning like an idiot - that’s what. I shout, ‘memories may not leave here until lost’... but there he goes! I’m standing on a shore waving to get his attention yet he doesn’t notice me as he swims serenely toward an infinity edge.