Waking before dawn
Ready for the day
Loading up the truck
Heading north to the lake
Arriving, the air is still
Like an empty page
Ready to be written on
The lake greets me
Backing the boat in
I feel the thrill of possibility
Hello, Lake
Old friend - you know my secrets
You know my soul
I head to my spot - my favorite
Carefully I cast my line
Skillfully I jerk the worm
Your voice runs through my head
Speaking wisdom to me
I hear best on the water.
Author notes
I can still hear you..feel you.
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