The Lifting Lake Poem by Susan Lacovara

I have been drawn again
To the curve of a lake
It's calming blue cradle
Of keeping my cares at bay
An open box of paints
Brushstrokes against the canvas sky
Up high the circling birds
That know it best to nest
Alongside the shore

Called again to view the hanging moon
Because it appears so close
To capture in my hand's caress
Or as I do sideline sit
Near the open window breeze
Might the night song sing to my soul

Asked again to bundle my belongings
And tie up loose ends of longing
Leave behind where once a Mar(c) was burned
Into the sadness of staying too long, alone

Daring again to be the only thing I know to be
Me, simply me, organic and authentic
Then and there sunning my stitched together self
In the promise of Springtime's coming crocus
An evening's crystal constellations

Learning again to lighten the load
Of too much kept for no good reason
And remembering to teach myself
Tell myself once more looking ahead hurt less
Hindsight belongs in a box

Believing again a lake knows my secrets
They have always had privy to my concealed desires
And should the first night by the water's edge be bright
My wings to open and lift me toward the moon glow
of the lifting lake