Here, my head is
flushed with sky
and cool like shimmering shadows
left in the simmer of summer
as my body lay
within the water line,
a soft ring around my shoulders
pulsing with each inflection of water,
each small wave
in near shallows where
my feet, my knees, my shins
rest cradled
in lake-bottom sand
and here
there are no bothers
no worries
no pending cares
no society to answer to;
just being alive,
a dazzling star
reflected in the lake
all that I know