Monday, June 18, 2012


No one suspects that a wave on a lake
Entertains the delusion that it knows
Whichever direction it's going in
Or can decide which direction it goes.

But waves are all thoughts themselves amount to,
And whatever we believe in or feel
Sweet or sick about comes and goes in waves.

Just don't fall out of the boat
Because you saw me wavering
Under the water like a halo
Around the shadow of a thing.

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