the grey lake

[ceramiclifestyl]

skating
skittering across the asphalt of age and developing reason,

time skipping on a lake like a smooth stone
never able to reach the other side, but appearing to go on forever

coming from a rough palm, cut up from digging
close your eyes and it all comes alive

in the mud while I'm stuck
questions bubble up

can footsteps be erased in the sand?
can lines be retraced by another hand?

fine, believe it

or wait until the fog subsides