one
evening
in a far
ocean bay,
kayak and I
watched
trees and
mountains
move
themselves
into the
water
when sky
left to be
with them,
I and kayak
lost our
where
we both
remembered
whispers
about this
slipping time
and then we
disappeared
kayak thinks
we were paddling
in the underwater
forest, the dream
of water birds
I think we
were climbing
the underwater
mountain, the dream
of fish people
