Vanishing Point

The lake’s face
like my own
        gets lost in leaves
or passing clouds
    and fingers of the wind
my watery reflection

and my mind
    begins to tremble
and disappear
        into that shimmering
presence of water
        and air
taking me back

to where I began
        the one field
    totally there.

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