The universe is a lake

The universe is a lake, and we are droplets.
We were still, and so was the lake.
Then, quite unexpectedly from our
perspective, we were touched.
Ripple. Ripple. Vibration. Wave. Foam.
Convolution. Undercurrent over currents.
Motion – movement – distancing through
expansion. From point “A” to point “B”; a new
sensation. What do you call that, time?
Vacuums created from the pockets of (what is
that substance we can’t perceive because our
universe is just the lake… no, it can’t be. It can’t
be there because if it is and I can’t perceive its
existence then it can’t make sense in my mind,
oh God!) air. Attraction; repulsion.
Confirmation; retraction. Perception and
awareness. Acknowledgement of
causality/consequence.

We are now the droplet. I am now the lake.
Consciousness: the ripple does not last. Ergo,
the lake will soon be calm, but I and it will still
exist. Because:
The universe is a lake.

Andrew Venegas
San Jose
SJSU
poetry