wool

i never would have suspected.
that you could be more than a
small expanse,
a pond to be discovered on the overcast days
past the growing trees that dispel the light.

it was my misconception. that kept me blind.
for this lake i thought i had found
on that overcast day, oh the day..
running, sprinting
darting trees
the light peeks through-- invites me run faster..
and suddenly
my toes meet the air

i stand high above, on a cliff..
left to stare out at the ocean i had found.
the depths... both high and low, deep and wide..
full of life and calm and storm. the rolling tide
lapped at the bottom of the cliff
sighing
and singing--
the incredible song of the sea

you bring me here
to a place i cannot trust
yet
i must.