A Walk Down to the Lake
Deadline days
fill my mind with words and work
and give me tunnel vision
So when a small break between projects opens up
I fling myself down the hill from my house toward the river,
the lake, the wild flowers, slow turtles, grasshoppers leaping from the path
renewing my mind, reminding me of dust from which my thoughts rise up
grounding me again in divine words of beauty
then I climb slowly back up the mountain of ideas
and settle in for another season of writing
and this time I take a stretch of blue sky in shimmering water
fading greens of September
and the buzz of a thousand insect conversations
with me
