Let me lie by the water

Other people lie next to me.

They breathe uneasy beside thee.

Yet I call out with disdain still whilst I am ill.

Other people accompany me.

Perhaps, just perhaps I should stand.

Others might follow, least not leave a hollow,

For then other people lie not next to me.

Could it be that I should walk,

Would the masses entail me,

Let’s see as I flee, this emotion and me.

Not then to run and embrace the flow,

Is there a drag up on me. Let’s see,

Turn looking at my thought, how near or far will it be.

The problem with reflection is one of encirclement. I run back to see, no that was not really me. Yet there I lie, quite still. By side the of the river my ghost and me.

By Tamiko Ono