Not being in communion.

Lake
is also lack.
lack of wanting to move;so perfect in itself ;
not afraid to be vulnerable:
you can shake; anyone can!
it nods and dances.

I open my door
with a heart desiring more and more
to see the sun reluctant to be on the surface
the mist covering it
as if the reflection might disturbe
everyone of us afraid but not the lake.

I
a feminist
with a room of my own*
so poor that i need something to hold on
to be inside
and to fense around.

(*remember what woolf said?)