
one minute when they moved in./
They’d waited for us.
We could throw rocks in the lake,/
or watch brats bake/
on the fire/
as our desire/
climbs, like the flames, ever higher.
Living on the lake, /
there’s lots I could do, but just/
one thing I should do.
My video camera ran,/
dancing with the lake’s waves/
and the sky’s reflections.
My fingers froze,
trying to hold lens steady,
silently breathing.
I’ve learned to be quiet,
to live with the pain
of stillness.
It was all worth it
to hear a lone loon
call the sunset goodbye.