My water tastes
like the lake tonight
and plop and fizz
aren't helping this burning
sensation in my heart
and I'm thinking about the lake
mostly due to the taste
and I remember a time when I went
to a lake where the water was so
clear
that I could see the bottom
which was several feet down
and on the bottom
rested many smooth
stones
tossed and tumbled
throughout the endless
motion
and I wonder if those stones
ever look at the jagged stones
and tell them that they just need
to relax and go with the flow
and if these stones tell the ones
that compose our homes
that they work too hard and really should
just take a vacation
like where I would rather be now,
on a lake
with the endless screaming
of stones
holding my body afloat.