When you are fishing, you cut yourself off from me,
And the sky and the land are still.
The ducks mock, and sunlight creeps in and out.
Birds pipe.
In the distance a train roars.
A jet plane moans away.
They are all far off, as if I am not here.
Where then am I?
Inside my seething head.My body leaning at this menstrual pain.
Green shadow on darkness, like the smooth water.
I sit apart.
The hours run past my head.Now I am wakeful, and the sun has moved.
Your landing net is here, but you have moved.
You move along the water like a hunter.
You have forgotten me.
All our lives, you will leave me behind.
While I wait for the road to clear.
While I wait for my mind to clear.
You have forgotten me.