204/365: Roots I Cannot Leave
All the places that call me home consume me.
I rest into places' roots I cannot leave
while time hangs pendulous and still
over the last knowledge I will ever recall,
hovered over points I cannot see
just below the night-dark water.
I have tried,
reached in for moon-silvered fish,
and they are lost,
even in the shallow depth,
even as we know each other,
these fish and I,
as we slide through side by each
and are never caught
in the places that steal us
to the end.