August, Vermont

August, Vermont

The lake held

What nostalgia you had

Below the surface

It was blue in the distance

Wherein the mountains you dreamed

Was a clear black at your feet

And you stood clothed

Wanting to dive in

Submerged in water

That would fill your silence

With a pressure

To speak

Of what once was

In the ripples

Now empty gestures

The rain of days before

Blue in the distance

Of a clear sky

On a perfect day