May Fourteenth Two-Thousand Seventeen
At the Lake
Water pushes up against itself
and also against
the concrete wall
wind is icy
A few boats out
sailing on this water
and my coffee cup almost
empty trembles
back and forth
(how many cups does
Starbucks go through a day?
And what
could we build w/ them?)
that there is something calming
about the soft horizon
of water and sky is
true
I feel it here when I
look out and
the world is gently rounded
Everything will feel warm after
this cold
I am singing because why not
it feels nice
to sing outside and maybe
the wind will
carry my voice somewhere
away