The Quiet Pond
I wish I had wings like the birds that take flight
I'd fly over the pond and into the night
I'd watch the creeping creatures but have no fright
Damp and dark in the shadows of light
The evening's dew on the plants and grass
Makes me feel, as this is my church, my own private mass
The colossal crickets and ribbiting frogs
The lazy snakes lie across the logs
I sit on my rock and enjoy the gentilities
As the veil of the night drains away my hostilities
The slap of the water on the silken shore
As thought I've opened some magical door.
As quick as a wink there is an ominous hush
As though the pond went to bed in a rush
The overwhelming lulls in nature sound and racket
I feel my spine tingling and I tighten my jacket
Suddenly there is a thunderous crash
Immediately I wait for the illuminous flash
The bright light etched in my brain
As I watch for the start of the quiet rain
