Ripple Out
If I peer over the side
of the boat, what do I want to see?
A mirror reflection,
a blurry, wave-induced self
that could be me or an ancestor,
a darkened form swimming
under the boat like a whale
ready to surface beneath
bucking me airwards
in pseudo-flight only
to splash down like a pelican
scooping fish below
and bobbing, floating on surface
to swallow and sate.
I look from the lake,
reach out a hand
and touch myself
as a ripple echoes
out toward shore.
Searching Lost
Lost like wandering into the forest
like hearing a kitten meow in the distance
wanting to save the helpless creature
calling for help among strange sights
looking and listening farther away
in the name of saving ... the hero effect …
hugs, pats on the back, smiles galore,
handshakes and tears of happiness.
Except no one’s searching.
No one notices I’m gone.
I purposely disappear
and search and rescue
never receives a call.
Lost like never having
been there at all.
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