hip of the lake;
basking there in
the gleeful mix
of expectation
and slow meandering
until it notices
a thrill-full shiver;
then follows the
round lines of lake’s
belly which (naturally)
ebbs and flows with
breath. Ahhhhh, yes!
Slowly, finding a rib
cage which is no
cage at all,
but a newfound
sense of freedom,
beaconing wind
to a cleavage
that invites it in
and swallows it.