Seiches Poem by arq stotious

The lake breathes in and out-
an ancient rhythm, unseen,
hidden beneath mirrored stillness.

Wind whispers across its glassy skin,
pressing, coaxing, shaping the waves.
The basin awakens;
water slides forward, recoils,
a pulse against the boundaries of earth.

No storm, no flood-
just the restless motion,
the silent pull of tides within
the heart of this enclosed world.

It moves through memory-
a trembling past, a churning presence,
the echo of forces unknown,
holding its secrets
within each oscillating breath.