I swim
in this 
no ripple 
pond back 
and forth
a glide
on top
a splash 
beneath I
am one 
with air
and water 
a bird
when within 
a mountain 
when out 

I can’t see
clouds at night 
just this dark 
funny thing clouds
they come they
go they hang
around and chill 
except at night 
if they do 
I don’t see
for I dream 
them I guess 
kinda like love 
and other things 

Is it 
the nudity 
the intimacy
maybe the 
sexual expression 
just what
is it
that makes 
lovers flee
it can’t 
be love 
for friends 
never go
farther away 
than there
but lovers
they do 

This this is 
what I want 
always have wanted 
my quiet little 
simple little life 
barely anything except 
what I need 
and maybe some 
little bit of 
what I want 
but this little 

I don’t know 
if that’s a
lot or not 
be it snow 
miles or years
for things that 
are always counted 
seem frequently less
than what’s promised 
never to go 
farther than that