If You could be Anywhere - May 26, 2023

why not in the mist at dawn

on a small blue lake

nestled in a forest

or the same place at sunset

copper and yellow threads

wet on its surface still as glass

as the call of a loon

widens across the water

reaches your hollow point

and spreads like sadness

fills that empty space

you didn’t know you had

that cry for companionship

is the loneliest single note

that echoes over water

and as beautiful as it sounds

who is comforted

by the sound of an echo?