I’m learning the Lake’s moods:<\/p>\n
the polka dot calm–<\/p>\n
blobbed reflections<\/p>\n
(almost cartoonish)<\/p>\n
riding gentle undulations;<\/p>\n
bolder, half-sun days,<\/p>\n
each circular wave<\/p>\n
glowing green through the top<\/p>\n
(rather like jello);<\/p>\n
the desolate day<\/p>\n
when everything went slate<\/p>\n
(but lonely isn’t always);<\/p>\n
the winter and watching<\/p>\n
waves eat snowpack,<\/p>\n
a miniature time-lapse<\/p>\n
of canyons and wind.<\/p>\n
Walking back with my brother,<\/p>\n
the wind drove grains<\/p>\n
across the sand<\/p>\n
“like flees hopping.”<\/p>\n
Too gross a metaphor,<\/p>\n
he said.<\/p>\n
“Poppy seeds, then.”<\/p>\n
But poppy seeds don’t jump.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
And Miss Ella conquered<\/p>\n
the high dune mountain,<\/p>\n
and Kat played her guitar<\/p>\n
when the orange sun sank<\/p>\n
to ride the backs of waves.<\/p>\n
It was the most spectacular setting.<\/p>\n
All down the beach<\/p>\n
each human faced west:<\/p>\n
the little girl and her mother,<\/p>\n
the three ladies in matching jumpers,<\/p>\n
the fancy-camera-ed couple–<\/p>\n
everyone watched<\/p>\n
the pink-purple glory<\/p>\n
behind Chicago’s violet silhouette.<\/p>\n
When the sun slipped at last,<\/p>\n
it seemed we should applaud–<\/p>\n
should stamp and cheer.<\/p>\n
But we turned quietly,<\/p>\n
each to her own home,<\/p>\n
sated with sand and wind<\/p>\n
and wonder.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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