Who inhabits this lake?
Let him come forth
The Master of Sea Monsters
and bad dreams
The fortune teller
of fathomless seas
How trapped is he
this watery spirit
a decimated dreamer
silenced by still water
Come wash my soul
of the currents of memory
the giant crests of waves
and disguises
Spill your secrets
the ones buried
in boxed treasure chests
unwind the riddles
of this blazing blue water
All the world is adrift
upon an uncertain sea
and I grasp upward
to flee the eventual sinking
Where are you now,
Great One?
floating to the edges
even as I near
the end of the pier
About the Creator
Lana Broussard
Lana Broussard writes primarily under the pen name, L.T. Garvin. She writes fiction, poetry, essays, and humor. She is the author of Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete, Animals Galore, The Snjords, and Dancing with the Sandman.
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