Dark Lake

Surface, depth, metaphor.

I know this dark lake. Sometimes, I skim the surface.

It’s a happy feeling, this knowing;

the sun glints but does not penetrate.

Beneath

I suspect terrifying

the natural, the not;

muck eels, sawgrass-draped shopping carts, car hulks.

I know this dark lake, too,

or guess at the knowing.

About the second dark lake, and the shiny other,

where are you, in relation to, or distance from?

Close you tell me.

I know both dark lakes,

(and know you do too).

It’s a sad feeling, this knowing;

Still.

I take your hand.