Peace

Nature’s Prayer

at dusk—- i sit
upon a boat
nestled
against a listing
wooden
pier kept moist and earthy by sweet
——–lake water

crickets sing and frogs blare
together
an ancient chorus of instinctive doxology
-=——-to bless the day

memory, pain are washed in their song
—=–as night encloses

and further out . . .
—————-from Lake Superior an evening mist rolls in
————————————–with pike and walleye on its breath
———-==—-====———–=—————————–to still the dark, swaying
————————————–=——————————————–boughs.

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8 thoughts on “Peace

  1. This reminds me of many evenings spent sitting on the rocks by Lake Michigan, smelling (faintly) fishiness and that wet sloshing pier smell…I’m in a much dryer place now, but this is a nice way to remember my long gone adolescence–that, and that glass of wine.

  2. I haven’t been by, or picked up the computer in a few days so have been missing your work. I love this one. Lovely to see at the end of the day, at the end of this week. Peace, yes… can feel it, smell it, hear it. Thank you.

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