Liquid Essence

The lake water is still as the wind blows gently across the top
Creating an almost indistinct rippling
That everyone can see but not everyone does

The water is at the mercy of elements it has no control over
Yet the elements yield to a fear of what the lake can do
And the wind sweeps across

The boat slices through the liquid glass not interrupting the beginning
Yet creating tumult as the end churns forward
And the wet is disturbed

The sunlight glistens on the water
The bodies
The boats
The turtles sunning themselves on the shore

I liken myself to the water
I am cut through and yielded by force
I am sliced across and my wounds glisten

While I watch the sunning of those on the shore
Living, laughing, being
My decisions are made by the motor’s blade
As if slicing through aqueous glass