I tilt my ears back into the lake and look up,
letting the water fill the drums and make sound distant and lonely;
my legs rise until my toes break the surface and point at the blinding sun;
slowly my bottom follows and I am lying on water,
floating as if I belong on the rippling surface
and not on the shore where gravity makes my body heavy and slow;
here, the heavier I am the quicker I rise;
here, no matter how fast I try to sink something is able to hold me up.