Shoreside, Crystal Pond
(c) 2015 Jace Paul
It’s dawn and the water is white and clean.
I pick up a pen and put my feet into the waves.
There are no boats to interrupt the trees in morning prayer;
Houses hunker down and hold the snoring bores within;
Still the lake takes my toes like
It has a fetish, its kindness knocks
Supine, I, can wallow in the sky.
And it’s twilight and the water is right and clean.
I think too, you, see the cormorant, the snapping turtle,
And marvel at their potential.
We feel and see the grain of a good wood,
And with pinched fingers
Make a minor church.
I rest my pen and put my feet into the waves,
And minders mind their waterfront property,
Berth the boats, ignore the trees in prayer,
Hunker down in boring houses scored by sin,
And it’s dead of night, the stars give up their long dead light,
And the water is bright and clean.
This poem and many others is available in Where You Will Find Me by Jace Paul.