The lake I once took to my chest
became a fog I walk through, barefoot
and naked in the bottom of the rock basin
where the water is quieter than snow.
Fishermen, boat riders,
blueberry farmers, I find you
when you’re lonely, when you wander
from your homes, swollen-eyed as baitfish.
You’ve forgotten the taste of the water.
Let me lead you to pearling stars
crusted on the night floor.
Let me slit you eyes that never
close, that see through kimberlite and bone,
let me weave you under walleye chop
to where storms beat slow. Let me
suck your currents of warmth, envelop them
with my body long as insomnia, body going on
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