6/6/2022 – water’s weird enclaves

I dreamt I walked upon a lake
Whose surface was like glass
And there the water to me spake
Through my mind’s deep morass

‘Look here, beneath your toes,’ it said,
‘And wonder at what’s there
‘For you opted to make your bed
‘Away from cleaner air.’

And there beneath the surface I
Could see the rippled sand
And fishes who were wending by
So far from tempered land

And so I turned my skin to scales
And stepped beneath the waves
And there I found aboveground pales
‘Gainst water’s weird enclaves