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.

Little Red Rambling Hood

into a cold sweat breaks,
caffeine-free pulse pumping
--fingers extend past their prime
typing love letters to a squirmy future
that writhes beneath its mask.

musical shards of glass sprinkle brows
tricking melodies to tear at tears
as ear canals flood gates of wrath.
thinking digs the rut the mouse built
while foresight dismantles fairy tales.