Hidden Lake 1998I dreamed my dream of inner self,
Mystical and magical (and male),
Of hidden mountain lake,
Of diving straight and true,
Of rescuing lost kittens and
Meeting people who were truly there,
To talk and touch and recognize me,
Not knowing who I am. It felt as if
My form were what I truly was,
And not a cloak/disguise/mistake.
I woke—my room, my house, my car -
I put them on like layers of fat,
To hide the blinding rays
Of my true beauty. Pet my cat,
Eat my toast, and go out and play
My (unknown) role in a play
Not particularly of my choosing.
The waters in my hidden lake were shallow,
Full of snags and unknown junk,
And I don’t know the way to where it lies
Behind the mountains of my daily life.
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