Six in Stillness/Synthesis

Photo by Joshua Ness on Unsplash

My reflection in the lake is churning

change, chaos, uncertainty

mars any hope of reflection

—

each small anchor

that stitched me together

holds no weight

—

I’m naked in this boat

barely lodged

wholeness

means listening to the seconds

as they happen

—

waves lapping

beauty becoming

—

when I say that nothing matters

I mean there is no meaning

but what we make of it.