lying in bed

It was early one morning,
just before five. We were
lying in bed, thinking about

talking to each other;
wondering what would come
next, before we even thought

about where or how
to begin. That night you
dreamt that you were floating,

face down, on the lake
at sunrise. “I could feel
the morning tapping me on

my shoulder” you’d tell me
later that day, “but the
bottom of the lake was

so green, and the water
hummed metallic in my ears.”
That morning, we realized,

the sun was going to rise
whether we wanted it to
                                  or not