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    Being a Lake

    He has never dreamed of being a lake
    in the high mountains, and now he wonders why.
    Surely there could be no better, in the way
    of dreamy aspirations: to be clear and cold
    and swum through by trout. To allow the sunlight
    far into your depths. To be ceilinged by ice
    and many feet of snow in the winter, to shine pure blue
    into the pure blue of the sky, to show the stars
    the stars, to be drunk by wild animals.
    And to admit an occasional human,
    who, because of the memory of being there. Being there.
    Not a visitor but a dreamer, dreaming
    this very lake is what he's always wanted to be.

    Robert Wrigley

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