On the Lake

When I saw the water,

I thought about our time on the lake,

up before dawn, slipping into the water,

our paddles waking up the blue,

mist,

as the sun was coming up –

warm air, comforting,

hearing a loon surprised us,

a bull moose rustling and feasting,

on the shore,

we were drifting, floating,

my mind wandering through time,

when the earth was new and fresh,

a few campfires with the first people,

“Can we go back and get some breakfast?”

your question,

shattered my dream.

You were right – I turned to smile,

you blew me a kiss,

we laughed,

and paddled, as fast as we could,

yelling, racing, and laughing,

breaking the silence of the eco-system.

I made a joke about moose,

and you lost it — howling!

We laughed so hard the canoe tipped over,

next to the shore, water sparkling,

soaking wet, we held each other,

staring,

into the light of oceans,

I love you.

 

 

 

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

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