Sky and Lake
The absolute center of my soul
Isn't another infinite cosmos
But a lake,
A remote approximation of a galactic ocean,
Whose passion alone determines its ebb and flow,
Its unpredictable currents,
The texture and heft of its foamy combers.
Tonight, during this spectacle,
I witness the metaphysics of heavenly pyrotechnics,
And I shimmer, shiver, shudder,
As the fireworks die down to a screaming sleep,
Give my dreams permission to bury, with dignity,
Yet another Independence Day evening,
Certain in my belief that such primeval rituals
Are necessary for the survival of the human species
And that inspiring lights,
Whether chemically engendered phosphorescences
Or celestial incandescences,
Are all we have, to remind us
That the sky and the lake are identical twins,
Brothers, sisters, under and above the skin,
Intricately twined, interwoven,
Tied in a tight bond of immortal consanguinity...
Sky and lake reflected in each other's eyes,
Soul mates who'll be blessed with each other
Long after the rest of their collective destiny
Has completed its timeless cycle...
Sky and lake — the absolute center of my soul.
07/04/10 - (3)
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