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.
Copyright © David Temple | Year Posted 2022
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