Poem: Lakes of Rising Suns

Poem: Lakes of Rising Suns

All the time I am amidst lakes and roots,
the gnarls careening and dividing each depth.
That's the long and short of it,
but I'm not hostile, for
Among the trenched troughs
this is my draped unity
of land and flow,
and herein I step lightly
wetting my toes.
Sometimes I'm on a boat
Vivid and thorough
Ever waving
to grazers and borrowers.
Other times I may be swimming in
the lakes of rising suns;
basking in the liquid embers
finding light waves stuck in my swimsuit.