the way voices carry over water.

[oh… oh, wull hay… didn’t see you there…]

I am waiting for the circles under my eyes to fade back to flesh.

I am waiting for one of the blurry things to become clear… just one… any one.

I am waiting for answers to questions I haven’t asked.

I am waiting for my inside self to wake up, do something, create something.

I am not waiting at all.

I am confident there is no use waiting.

I am moving.

I am saying yes to so many things… too many things?

I am bending.

I am flexing.

I am not breaking.

Carry

I want to carry you
and for you to carry me
the way voices are said to carry over water.

Just this morning on the shore,
I could hear two people talking quietly
in a rowboat on the far side of the lake.

They were talking about fishing,
then one changed the subject,
and, I swear, they began talking about you.

[billy collins]