A muffled drum across the lake,
half-heard, half-imagined.
The water ripples, changing moonlight into Morse ;
Too rapid to read but not to imagine.
I find a flat stone that fits between thumb and forefinger
Throw it so it skips across the water, each skip interrupting the ripples,
Following until it disappears in the shadows. Across the lake,
Don't you see its rings?
