Thursday, May 7, 2015

On The Lake















On the Lake

That first summer,
I sat in the boat looking over the water,
out towards the shoreline,
over the space between.
I was numb, almost trance-like.
The moments blended together
as the fish were reeled in.
The pain congealed over the water
in all the colors of the rainbow
between the sky and the shimmering lake.
It was a time away
from all that was ordinary.
A time to let my eyes wander
and feast on natures bounty
lining every shore.
As I gazed into the colors of the rainbow
I saw your spirit floating
kissing the water
gently caressing with your hands
moving gracefully around.
I basked in the peace,
the beauty, the quiet, the connection.
All that was awkward,
unfitting, dark,
melted away
on the lake.

by Hanna McCown 5/5/15
also on SheWrites.

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