Night Swimming

bare foot in front of bare foot
down to the edge of the dock.
toes glean the water's ripples,
rendering a nearby skimmer bug
unemployed.

the very same ripples turn moonbeams to serum
fawns to mirrored siblings
trees to towers.
the lake's boundaries never breached,
for the body knows its place.

nature's measure of silence flows freely as wind
always chirping, chattering, chiding
but she is not offended.
this new kind of quiet surrounds.
lonely is an impossible feat.