I strolled away from city noise,
away from strain and crowds,
Superior grants strength and calm,
despite her nimbus clouds.
At lake's edge I can sit and stare
horizon's curved and lonely cusp
live those who share my bond.
For I could sense those roustabouts
who stroll to water's edge
and gaze at distant shores where I
now sit near leafy sedge.
They, too, would need their time away
from work and all they feared,
I wondered if daydreams of me
came calling while they peered.
I sighed and left the peaceful scene,
recharged and ready, though
I still recalled the unseen shore
and those I yearned to know.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.