Glimmers Of Cottage Life

glimmers of cottage life

the water ripples in shards of silver and ebony, pushed
along with unabated steadiness by the northerly wind

i waken in the midnight black to the pounding rain on
metal rooftop as the open window welcomes the wind

i brood, watching the lake for irritants that don’t matter
aiming for balance in the shifting temperature of the room

it’s too wet to slip outside or venture far from this shared space
where mind and body snap to alertness

i step gingerly with words, quietly with movement
to her feigned indifference to my existence

i favor nature over people, its dependability and ease
in letting me know where I stand

i would like to be bold and outspoken but life doesn’t
work that way

i bend like the willow perched precariously over the embankment
grasping at the few twigs of dignity

i don’t have to live like this, i tell myself
and yet, i haven’t found another way to be

Does my behavior align with my heart’s desires?
What a foolish question to ask of me!