Lake

Lake
is also lack.
Lack of movement.

You can shake;
anything can.


It responds
It is that vulnerable.
just fearless of stability.





far in me...fear


and agony
of stillness.


.. of not being in it.


Even the morning sun
is reluctant to appear on it.
And mist covers
and asks it not to reflect.
And I?

I go on
asking each star
to be in...
Every time I look into
I feel ashamed of poverty.