Ode 16

I went to go to the lake

And the lake was closed

A metaphor for life if ever there was one

I need the whisper of the waves

The canvas of the sky on it’s surface

I need it’s ebb and flow

It’s roaring ripple

I need the wellspring of its life-giving fluid

I need it to wash over me

Grasp me in its undertow

Or refresh and revive me

I need it

I need

I…