I swam in the same water Somebody died in I guess the same is true for most water (I think). The water we drink has been used drip after slow drip to drive Someone to the brink of insanity. no doubt. At one point your warm, smooth, bathwater was choppy, salty, grave to more than one unlucky sailor, pirate or *****. The water is the same perhaps arranged a different way.. Know it is the same deep, ambient killer. Still we swim, and still we bathe.
This water felt, looked, I swear I thought it was pure. A humble lake quietly licking the salty shores not looking for a life to take. We fished those waters earlier that day hobbling in our canoe and barely hanging on but smiling. I imagine he was like that, too. Drunk from beer and the thrill of midnight swimming. Nobody, not even he saw what was coming until the lights came on: flickering and then too constant red and blue and I can only hope that bright, blinding white. Drunken fools know not what is at stake. We were forced awake by little sister frantic but relieved it was not us at the bottom of the lake.
I wonder how long ago were the days of lonely men waiting for the sun to sink so they could turn on their little beacons of hope their godly, guiding light. When did they start sealing off the towers? Perhaps the man in the lighthouse made a mistake maybe he too lonely one night and decided to drink enough whiskey to forget about is loneliness and his little beacon of hope. So they replaced him with a machine. They don't get lonely.
As a young child and father search for ***** stare at cloud so beautiful it can't be real. I look out at the edge of the world like a lone wife waiting for her sailor to come home stinking of sweat and brine but feeling alright.
My mind wanders carelessly away back to a place so enchanting I dare not stay too long. I should let my thoughts disappear to the end until all I feel is this expanse of clouds blue and gray and white.