I don’t need the movies.
Give me nature.
Give me a lovely
worn stone path
to a luscious lake
where fish swim freely
beneath the surface
and up above
the body of a crane
sweeps gracefully over.
Give me a thousand
sunsets and rises
and I will be content.
Throw in a mountain backdrop
and some big, poofy
cumulus clouds
to top it all off,
as well as their reflection
in the lake’s water.
Keep your alternate realities--
I like mine here
at the picnic table.
