Walking towards the water I feel you floating there

inside me, deep down

where the soul meets the body.

 

I imagine you see red, darkness

not the blackened blue waves

of this Lake,

not the yellow sugar maple

leaves, the last of fall.

I know you are the singer, the one who asks

me to sing today, who asks me to write

poetry, you are a little girl

who will sing her way from the womb

You are my rock, my salvation

you will ask of me

more than I can hope to give

 

and I will give it anyway

you will dive too deep

into this water

this life

and you will break my heart

joyously open

wave after crashing wave.

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