My life by water

a flat
     rock cove
edged
     in pines
s  t  r  e  t  c  h  e  d              u   s                   o  u  t


in days
     when beyond
an arm's width
     wasn't     d  r  i  f  t  i  n  g      
heresy
   
but the    s  p  r  e a  d      
     of tight,
hot atoms


still finding
     a special stone
with an
     unbroken line
meant:
     stow it in your pocket
and tell no
                one