Mental Wanderings
I walked around the backside of the lake this morning,
So deep in thought that I studied the impact of each step.
I watched a spider turn around on her web.
I walked up on three white tails. I know they were white tail because that's all I saw of them.
I settled in a familiar spot like the egret who is always in the dead tree beside the water.
More leaves had fallen since last I was there, like splashes of paint orange, yellow, red.
A great blue heron also settled.
Two sapsuckers battled for space,
And I thought of him.
Am I really beautiful?
He thinks I am.
