a holiday from life

I need to get away, melt into the fabric of
The life I’ve woven, thick and supple,
Something with substantial matter but
I’ve sewn myself into the weave and now
I need to free myself, to wade into the lake
With sinking sunlight dappled on a surface
Warm and friendly, letting one just sail away
From stresses clawing at my brain
And sinking nails into the spongy mulch
That houses all my consciousness, but soon that will
Bleed out into other lands, as skulls are softened
On the beach where holidays begin.