what lies below the surface

January afternoon
from a distance
there is no awareness of waters course
the underground rivers
and springs that feed
the man created lake
filled with life unseen
unless caught
by hook or by crook
doors windows and walls
stand atlantis-like
in the cold murky depths
sunken roads
long forgotten
lead to submerged villages
peopled with old memories
and rust
lives of longings
all below the surface
reaching to the world
of sunlight
with the brim and catfish