She Knew Again a Lovely Lake
A lovely lake,
one she had once swam within
as free as any flying fish.
A would-be lover waved her to come ashore,
but she lingered in that blue lake
letting the waters caress her in parts
that no admirer could ever heal.
It takes forever just to rise and sit
at the edge of the bed,
bones rasp on bones,
hot wires thread joints.
At last,
she looks over the side of the mattress
into that blue clear lake again.
She could dive now, she thinks,
dive headlong and deeply into it,
never to return to any surface.
With a scream of joy, she surrenders
to those obliviating waters,
shedding many dry years,
and swimming quickly away
from the maul and clank of time.
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