ripples
luxuriate
let yourself dangle
swing
your toes tickle the cool
launch endless ripples
to the far shore
tingles up
and through
your thighs
through you
the lake knows
what it is
to be oceanic—
moments
currents
flooding
swirling into
currents
moments
while in town
another dimension
time’s dubious
demarcations
crack
ripple and wave
up boulevards
thoroughfares
down stairwells
storm drains
drench bell towers
drown punch clocks
and a Gregorian summer marks
another suspect end
as what is measured
what ordained
all of that too
on its own
millennia-
meandering
way
is fitfully undone
returns returns
to the primal salt
to know the lake again
and all of our warm
watery beginnings
*post title from 'Ripples' by Genesis, lyrics Mike Rutherford
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You had me at one of my favourite lines from that great band in their (in my opinion, better, pre-pop days).
If course, you turn some lovely phrases yourself in this poem .
through you
the lake knows
what it is
to be oceanic—
nice lines:)