Standing at the shore looking over a great expanse
the water calmly caresses the shore.
Night is receding at my back
dawn is breaking on the horizon
as I look ahead.
Crouching next to the lake
I put my hands in to feel the water.
It's cold, clear the rocks look like jewels
under the water, I pick one up
feel the weight, throw it.
The rock splashes disrupting
the calm sending out ripples in all directions.
The ripples hit the shore and my hands
I wave my hands back and forth under
the water, stirring up the sand
in between the rocks,
the water becomes cloudy in front of me.
I have to wait now
be still
for clarity to return.