The Lake
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Daniel Brick
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It is a lonely thing, cut off
from the land by its basin,
its waters trapped and unable
to flow into something larger
that will pull it into an elsewhere.
And the sky so far above is accssible
only as a reflection, appearing and
disappearing in the fickle gestures
of the sun. It is dimly aware of
people circling its rim and getting
nowhere. Some running with crushing
footsteps, others lightly treading,
almost soundlessly, with heads bowed,
prayerfully walking...
The Lake is puzzled, confused, sometimes
afraid.. It knows it is a limited being.
It knows this is a world with giants,
called rivers and seas. It knows what
cannot be changed must be endured
within the circumference of its basin.
Is it not just a stain upon the surface of things?
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