Sitting By the Late Afternoon Rippling Lake

sitting by the late afternoon rippling lake dividing shade from sunlight dividing the day from the night something that feels quite right unlike a fisherman catching a fish it will come jumping out into my lap with no reel, rod, or bait i will be a lucky winner, like in craps from a replica of life, made it out alive to drift with the wakes towards the dam but a healthy ride and a breath of fresh air staying fit to reach the other shore again the distant thunder excites me like a gift from nature darkened skies outrun the first approaching drops and hide the storm within my eyes cooled front storm breeze retorts for love it would give an errant sigh the calm that rushes over me when my mind stops wondering why sit and be drenched; here it comes or ride home soaked, be forewarned till mirages of a sheltered party welcoming gives lightening to my spirits strong who goes fishing on the lake in the rain? finds another exit from the strange why he parted from the safety zone for the great, wide-open range ah, here's a patch of blue and sun right through sky lightens, rain tapers to drizzle in giving up pretending who i am getting skunk butt as route 19 sizzles.