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