moose lake

sounds like

poplar whispers
secrets from so far up
leaning towards each other
in wind off the lake

twigs snapping
under bare feet
running down the path
to the dock

lonely loon calls
out across the stillness
when the sun is gone
and the water's still warm

one day i'll lie on the beach with closed eyes
listening to lakewater lapping onshore
picturing myself as a child once more