My mind projected,
thoughts land on lily pads,
rising and falling,
as the waves head to shore.

Assimilating energy,
coalescing into solid matter,
the bullfrog dives in,
the lake of possibilities.

Swimming in sunken desires,
consumed by the passing bass,
combined essences now emerge,
evolving scales and aggression.

Crawling onto the sun-beaten landscape,
dried until fragile,
breaking into thousands
of tiny ants scattering.

I awaken from my nap,
at the water's edge,
on a park bench,
in a state of fugue.