is a thick and cared-for set of hedges

that hold no water in

but suggest the wet with gleaming leaves

and perhaps their height

is the former depth into which we

pretend to dive

as we had seen the unabashed dead do

in looped home movie

smiling and seeming to learn each movement over

they offered them to the camera

and in my mind I rehearse actions

assess that were I to

decant myself evenly and all at once

the hedge could take

my lain but not my standing weight

the way I lay

now in simulated float on the grass that is

where the water was

hammocky between two thoughts

there is

a swimming pool there is no swimming pool

a barely noticed

clutch and release a balancing of the blue sky

with eyes closed

and the possibility of clouds in my mind

I cannot drift

only imagine knocking between the fore

and back legs of a chair

until I am told not to