At Lake’s Edge

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
imagining beyond
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.

Published in "A Troupe in Masquerade" and "Eloquence"
By Jack Huber- All rights reserved.

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