The Bee in the Honey

Swimming far out in the lake,
An insect on the surface
Of skyscraper-deep water,

Conditions are so distinct
From moving around on land,
Distinct as dreams from waking.

It creates a division
In conscious experience.
Here, you’re aware in this way—

There, you’re aware another.
You partition. You forget
You moved through your partitions,

As if each swim, like each dream,
The distortions in the waves,
Belonged to another life

Kept in a small compartment
Like honey to consider.
But you immerse you in there.