The Winter

now the water is flat thick purplish blue against that cold sky horizon deep as the curvature of the earth

sky and water in synergy icy cold, timeless those two forces of the world brought in seamless metaphor they glide

my unconscious simmers feelings move up into the distance thoughts metabolize and spread on that ethereal horizon looking out at the depths surging out of my body, time and distance move together

there life begins and ends in the turgid flatness of that vast lake there I move past my thoughts fast into the frigid air out to the ends of the earth the sky falling quickly