Oceans forget.
The lakes remember.
Yesterday’s warm moons and cold depths.
Today is their ever morrow, the day after before.
Lakes will not tell you of now.
When they echo back yesterday.
They will remind you of the ebbs and flows
Of suns and clouds of days passed.
Lay in a lake to feel the warmth of Friday
Hot days of fiery flashbacks
While the skies give you the chills of Sunday.
Float like an island in the seas.
Eavesdrop on the echoes of breath from above;
Devour the recollection of the rocks rolling below.
Hearing muffled sounds loud.
Clear sounds quiet.
See the reflection of each of you. Sinking.
Feel the pulse of movement back onto your skin.
The lakes remember
As tiny quakes fall back onto your shores.
Wax Poetic by Julia Johnson 