Shared Torch Lake

I rock in this outdoor cheap chair Its cushion foam like ice cream Half-eaten by the winter mice in storage I don’t mind Don’t need a full seat to see before me The drop off on Torch Lake Its fine line drawn between sky and space So turquoise on one side black and blue on the other Top to bottomless cliff A mere step to reach one side from the other If I dare walk on water Wind carves the lake into slices of pie Pulpy blueberry squeezes out the sides Dragonflies bob in lilac updrafts Broke open moments ago from their crawling lakeshore nymphs Split open on the rocks Their brittle wings snap in the wind Snacks uncrinkling to a Kingfisher’s snatches Fate born that way is hard to take Of course many of these spindles escape to the flowers and meadows But not all I stand up Boy to Dad to Grandpa When did this happen? To survive this long? To still hunger these many wonders? To grow to know I am no more important Then this oozing lake Divided And Memorial Day wind colliding with dragonflies and Kingfishers.