Goosebumps scour my skin,
From the shock of the coolness of the lake.
The air damp and heavy,
The moon lights the moss in water too deep
I cannot touch my toes at the bottom,
And I cannot reach my hands back to shore.

I look up to the sky,
Never have I been so wrapped in light and darkness
Simultaneously, that I  
Feel the splotches of light in my eyes
Lock with the stars.

They know a past I am learning,
The beating in our chests has come from them,
The love they have seen, they brought for us.

Earlier, in the car on our way home we were cradled between the lake
And the row of glass houses.
Their windows open and lamps turned on, and I watch the silhouettes of families
At dining room tables littered with plates of leftover dessert
And undone puzzles,
I watch children sitting on floor and laughing,
And I think,
Do they have secrets as thick as ours?
Do they have ghosts with names and voices?

We glide on the smooth concrete,
Flying in the night along the shore as a heron does
In the day
And I can feel the past rising up out of the
Lake,
Beautifully haunting and dark.