The Loon Upon the Lake
My legs ran fast; my back was strong
those sunny days when life seemed long
and whispered possibility!
A loon far off was mocking me.
Instinctively, I took a road
and asked few questions as I strode.
But as I moved along carefree,
a loon somewhere was mocking me.
While strolling on, I did not stray
far from the path along my way,
found neither fame nor infamy. . . .
but one lone loon kept mocking me.
I felt my body, like a length
of relic fabric, losing strength,
and as it tattered, I could see
the loon that had been mocking me!
It’s now with care and with some dread
I tread to where there waits ahead
the lake that mirrors destiny. . .
That lone and mocking loon is me.
From July, 2010
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 19 Poetry Contest
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