fluid motion

the surface of promise stretches

the length of this lane,

all of them.

i come here, to this place of calm

twice daily.

not always the same location, but the same place.

it is in my soul that i have missed

making space for an element i often neglect

for rubble stands in my path

and vague self-conscious reasoning echos in my head the busyness of the daily joe

throw

yourself into your 

work.argument.traffic.errands.lonliness.endlesse-mails

.gasolineprices.

and not the static calm of this place

this water

this being that envelops me and welcomes me back again.

nice to have you, it says.

don't you want to stay?

become a fish?  well

ok

yes

habit.

all you have to do is get in.