Morning Roast

This gazebo is one of my favorite places.

By the lakeside, so quiet and peaceful – like a quiet song to match the calm within me.

I watch the steam dance from my mug,

and the dew borne mists swirl and rise from the grass under the morning sun.

Out on the water a small boat drifts quietly by,

a father and son cast their shimmering fishing lines into the still waters.

I wonder at this. The invisible lines that tie the two…

Do they even know they cast lines into each other’s hearts?

The water bugs skip across the watery mirror,

and every so often there is a little ripple where the fish feast.

I long for more moments such as these,

where stillness prevails, and the nature of things is revealed,

to those who have the eyes to see.