Lunch on the Dock
Concluding my hourlong late-morning walk
Through Nebagamon's empty streets,
The serene remoteness this village provides me,
I pass up my cabin, continue to Lake Avenue,
Turn left at the customerless Dairy Queen,
And head for Ole's Country Market, on B,
Where I buy the stuff of my North Woods lunch.
Now on the dock, dipping into a plastic bag
I've filled with romaine lettuce, cherry tomatoes,
Carrot and red-cabbage slivers, and garlic croutons,
I munch undisturbed.
Finishing my simple salad,
I spread hummus on whole-grain crispbreads
And complete my feast, in peace.
Though the sky's been loading with clouds,
I've not given their progress a nod.
As preoccupied as I've been, why should I?
Soon, the gentlest syllables of rain whisper to me.
I listen to their lips kiss the water,
Each drop releasing three concentric circles,
Anointing me just for being here.
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