A Lake And A Traveller

The sun – high in the sky
The clouds – hanging low on the horizon,
A traveller of life
Searching for a reason to believe.

The air – clear and dry
The trees – waving gracefully in the breeze,
A traveller of life
Burdened by this body and mind.

The water – reflecting the blue of heaven
The boats – glittering in the light,
A traveller of life
His time, troubled and brief.

The waves – gently running to shore
The cranes – soaring high in circles,
A traveller of life
His journey, winding and uncertain.

The lake – part of the world
This world – made of beauty and ugliness,
This traveller, travels on alone
This traveller, he comes and he goes.


~ Written in Calling Lake, Canada (1997) ~