Beneath the Surface

by Eve West Bessier

I am more

or less

dominated

by solitude

My needs

unavoidable

as yes

and as deceptive

In the night

we are minnows

sleek in silver lakes

We mirror

each other

in bright

and weightless

movements

glide silent

into that space

where air and lake

must meet

Troubled by the shadows

cast beneath the surface

of contentment

unnerving as doubt

We remain unanswerable

but embrace with such conviction