WINTER LAKE

Beneath the frozen lake
is a cathedral,

its roof shimmering

in the frosted, golden light.

Fall through the ice,

my darling, fall through. 

The opposite

of drowning

awaits you there

in the underneath.

Your falling

will be the light,

your falling will be

what shatters 

the chapel

into a new shape,

into a new kind

of worship

that you will need

to make the altar 

that only you can make

from the winter lake.