The last time I came to this lake, I lied on the shore all day.
The sun was hot that day and the water refreshing.
Today, a pair of bald eagles fly off to parts unknown.
The lake is alive with sound
And the wind blows through my hair
There is a deeper connection here.
But again
I am drawn to the water more so than the land
It is the water that tells me
I’m home
The land is different than up my end of the territory
I feel no fear here
Only because of the water
The land speaks
The water whispers
They converse with
Each other
Through the wind
The water whispers
It calls to me
I am home when I hear
It lap upon the shore
And here in this sacred place
It chatters
through the wind to the land
and I eavesdrop