At water’s edge

far from home

a small lake surrounded by trees

morning air, still and cool,

orange-tinged leaves

tell me

in all their silence

to take it slow

Out on the lake,

there is nowhere to go

Nowhere to get to

It is enough

to glide

Enough

to watch water drip off the paddle

Enough

to drift under open sky

Enough

to reflect

~ Kate McKinney