Wisdom

Relax

the gently tapered wings of swift lake swallows, cut

through the air like soft whispering sighs, while they

dart in and out of a clustered hovering mass of

mayflies that drift just inches above the shimmering lake

that reflects the orange hued light of the setting sun.

On a floating dock, worn in spots by the rubbing of

moored boats, I sit in a weathered Adirondack chair

with the purpose of only to relax to the rhythmic

rocking caused by small rolling waves from cruising

pleasure boats, with people waving as they pass by.

Looking down through the clear jade tinted waters

I notice the octagonal amber markings on a small box turtle

that seems to be ambling, rather than swimming through

the still water as it passes by, seemingly without a care

for anything but its mysterious unknown destination.

These moments pass fleetingly, but remain ingrained in

my mind for those times where I feel the sides pressing

in, my escape is into these simple moments, where all that

the world requires of you is to sit back and take in what

is offered, without asking for anything in return.