I Dream the Lake and You (V)

In the lake that I count on to be

My everything, before the bow

of my scarlet canoe, you rise up

Like a mirage; I try blinking

You away and for seconds

You disappear - as ghostly

As the geisha in mama's good

China set - do you remember her?

The way she only appears in certain types

of light - faint but perfect in every detail, she is

But you - you are yourself only not...

You are also the lake, fully water

And I think I see you like a cut-out doll

As you rise up staring through me

Then turn and are gone again just like that

And I think I must be going mad

I look off starboard,  and there you are again

Artwork: photo from Margo Roby's Wordgathering exercise 9.25.12 - by Chris Goan
taken of statue, sculptor Rob Mulhollan from Caol Ruadh Sculpture Park