The Non-Existence Experience

Light-footed, the not being
Part of anything afloat
Found the seam in the shadow

And followed the sunlit thread
Up the golden afternoon
And across the unbroken

Waves over the lake’s surface
To hover right where the warmth
Of the afternoon reached down

To create a space of calm,
Deep green lights, something dreaming
Of not dreaming or being

Where not being was content
And comforted not to be.