Loch Ness

Like a tiny drop of rain glinting then cracking the surface where still waters once lie creates a ripple effect spreading outward to the farthest reaching shore Is how so deeply wanting the sight to be more real makes stories bubble up as if filling an empty glass with water and silt, unclear Like a drizzle turning into a downpour forces a squinting gaze from across the inland lake Like a mirror reflecting back basal desires so we think Toes digging into the sand for a better reach leaning, waiting for lightening to strike proving that the moonlight doesn't lie That there is a monster deep inside behind the glass below the surface looking through the silt