In this picture, 
I stood on the bank of a lake

just before I tossed a coin inside it.

                I imagined the eel that would swallow
                the coin would get swallowed by a fish.

In this picture –

                I held a rosary in one hand
                and lantern in the other

walking into the circle of boys, 
with whom

                I learned to speak to ghosts
                of the wanderers. 

I stood on the bank of a lake
dressed for funeral, many miles from home.