written on 13/07/2015

​Another Day

clear dark lake water,
black as charcoal, calm
flat sheet hides the
larger eating the smaller
everything moving underneath

simple banter
fills the seconds, minutes
not slipping below
the surface, only in the moments
of silence
is the story told
in what’s left unsaid, unfelt

no one has the energy
courage to sink into the dark abyss
of what really has to
or should be
said

​and the calm
passionless day
stretches out
endlessly