Across the water

Wind drives water into soft ripples as I gaze out;

deep blue gives way to dappled green

and light peeks through the cloudy canopy of sky.

Life lurks on the shore,

and from my perch above

all looks idyllic and peaceful —

faraway, so distant —

a serene snapshot that belies the truth of it all,

of wind that pushes and rips the stillness of life

unlived.

Please go away

and don’t draw me to something so elusive,

a lure of fairytale perfection that isn’t real at all.

Every time I think I just might muddle through,

there you are, reminding me of something out of reach,

across the water.