Contemplating The Darkness
The night smells of wetness
And pungent decay as I walk
Lightly on these ancient boards.
So many summers have passed.
At the end of the dock, I stare
Into the darkness.
Frogs peep in the reedy shallows.
Long necked grebes call across
The flatness of water.
The air seems to rise from it's depths.
Cool and rich with aquatic perfumes.
Lily pads, tadpoles, sunfish and worms.
The essence of the earth, the water and sand.
Arching my neck to look up,
The completeness of space stretches
Beyond my feeble view.
I look between the stars
And hope to see forever.
The celestial world is above me,
The aquatic world is below.
Breathing in the solitude and
Closing my eyes.
The loon has remembered
To call me home.
