My Lake

I’d love to spend some time outside

Communing with the fishes

Reclining in a rocking boat
One of my many blisses

The small waves lapping on the side
Thoughts of work condemn

Each wavetop bears, a tiny spark

Each of them a gem

The rocking of the metal boat
And sun on me warming
Sinks me down toward a nap
Such sweet dreams are forming

And when I wake to tugging line
I was feeling splendid

In really felt like déjà vu

Just like my dream had ended


Ken Goree