On the edge of the dock, watching the waves roll in
The early morning sun; warm upon my skin
My feet in the water, all cool and clear
Tiny minnows pass and around the pontoon steer
On the water, my reflection is there
And for along time I just sit and stare
As I lay down, the boards hard against my back
Looking at the sky and how the clouds are stacked
I close my eyes...feeling the sway of the dock
Like the slow moving hands of an antique clock
It is there that I let go...Setting the world adrift
The weight is gone and my spirits lift
7/23/10
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