Jen

This morning at the lake 
we shared
The morning swims, 
The morning fares
The sands were empty 
but for a goose or two
A solitary fisherman 
on the pier in view

The sounds of waves 
lapping the concrete rock
A rhythmic beating 
A fleeting clock
And the steady stroke 
of your swimmers form 
A memory shared 
A memory born

I know you think
I’ve been unkind
Left you hanging 
In the blind
I don’t know how 
to set it straight 
Make it right, 
avoid our fate 
So listen I do 
to gulls in flight
Their crying cries
Their piercing sight
Hoping that 
beyond this time 
Hope will heal 
The heart will climb
And then the sorrows
Of this unending sea
Will fade to dark
And we’ll be free