there is a place near the deepest part
of the lake,
the darkest part,
where dead things go to hide.
there is a place, a healing scar
(as scars are healing places; they mark the time that passes
after sadness, and as they fade are filled in
by forest, by the gentle erosion of a waterfall
that carries pain away)
and at the scar there is a shore,
and at the shore there is a bridge,
and ‘cross the bridge there is a pool,
and that is where I stand
to be collected
and made whole.