Poem – Hollingworth Lake

Hollingworth Lake.  Image from The Friends of Hollingworth Lake (clicking on the image links to website).
Hollingworth Lake. Image from The Friends of Hollingworth Lake (clicking on the image links to their website).

Hollingworth Lake

It will not drain the sun,
nor spill over from the moon.

It’s not made from your heart
nor from your darkened lungs,

the cillia fanning out
drifting in a flesh vacuum.

The breath from your body
doesn’t even leave a ripple.

Its tide is not pulled by birds
and words are not enough to make it;

language is not deep enough
to skim the bottom of the lake.

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