Late summer light on the lake
reminds me of the thinness
between seasons, between
bodies in motion and at rest.
Lying on the ground, I feel
the stillness of the water,
the heat of the sun and the
great fullness of the earth.
Falling now more like particles
than waves, the light weighs
heavily on the yellow-tinged
leaves. With them, I breathe,
yearning to burst into flame.
