I went to the top of the mountain

and imagined everything I

saw was water

Good to be swum over by

clouds

To be that pink spot in the 

distance that keeps getting farther

Come after me

I closed my eyes and saw

the drop off

All the fish made of mist

hung in suspension

ready to disperse

at the timing out of heart beats

I saw myself disappear 

and drove after it

To be so tucked in beneath

the cold clouds

you find warmth

I lost the light and drove

east where they make their own