Good to be alone. Think for hours at a time.
I sneak up on myself that way.
Move closer to the deer that drink in silence from the lake.
Stillness splits from peace.
They house a similar family,
but peace breaks me open with laughter and relief.
Stillness listens for the animals by the lake,
and for the lake, and for the underwater creatures
I cannot hold my breath long enough to see,
but strain for hungrily.
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