Fledgling

I fly to the water
desiring the wisdom
of the old lake
her wrinkled ripples
urging.

My mouth closes
at each wave
as it washes over me
then gaping open
my head up
like a hungry seagull
when my needed breaths
must come.

Back on shore
I brag of my experience,
a youth seduced,
with a juicy wet
story to tell.

Illusions of Grandeur

Google Earth
has a layer
for everything
from stores,
to roads,
to trees.

But zoom
in closer
to find a techno God,
in Armageddon mode,
has deleted
all the people.

On your next
simulated trip,
zoom out further
to heaven’s layer
and see if I am there.