leaving the lake

A thin layer of pollen floats slowly

Peacefully

As if its purpose is solely existence

As if it doesn't plan on going anywhere soon.

There's a constant sound of running water

Accompanied on occasion by the distant

sounds of tires treading pavement

And engines

Fueling the continuation of the busy lives

society has created for us.

The sun is slowly sinking into the horizon line.

It has wider and softer edges than most days

But it's closer to my eyes

and peeks through the gaps

where the tree above me

cannot shade.

I'm lying slightly uncomfortably

But there's an odd comfort in the discomfort.

Almost as if I'd rather lie lazily

Than move and have to find another position.

The hard bench cradles me and rocks me

Ever so slightly

Back and forth and side to side

Like the universe is telling me I'm going to be alright

And there's no more need to cry.

What a place

To start and end my journey.

-lx