The Lake

About a pond in my neighborhood.

On this peculiar day

I walk alone. 

A breeze lifts my hair, 

ripples the reflecting pool.  

In it I see sun warmed blue sky; 

the face of a woman changed- forever

changing, as we all are.  

 

Below the surface, 

glistening life as it has always been.

Koi gliding by indifferently.  

I raise my head, focus my eye.  

 

Bike path traffic whizzing by

a young mother coaxing her duck-waddle daughter

learning to skate.  

An elderly couple holding hands.  

Lost in each others thoughts.  

No words needed, they watch the children

gather near the marsh

gazing in wide wonder at the dragonflies

hovering above the surface of the lake.  

On the grass young lovers have spread a blanket.  

Lost in each others eyes, no words needed.  

They speak in heart beat rhythms.  

A man on a bench pencil to paper,

building a bridge with words.  

It takes more than one day.  

 

I breathe deeply.  

This place will never feel the same.  

Walking meditation continues

Until I reach my destination.

 

Copyright L. L. Kelly 2012