Deep Black Water

Watching the ice

Gray, white, black and blue

Depending on deep and composition

The winter is here and the lake

Is frozen in the middle of the city

It is so easy

To fall into the cold water

And quickly freeze and drown

So close is the end

Yet, so far

I approach the open water

I do not cross it

But I could

White Reality

Leaving the reality behind

Walking slowly and carefully

Into the dreamy landscape

Of the winter ice

Like a use steppe in the middle of the city

Divided by open water

Here and there

The winter gives us

A temporary reality

With the danger

Of drowning

Lingering just a few

Yards away