Poetry

Inn at the Lake

A free-verse poem

Photo by Bru-nO on Pixabay

the day turns the switch
and I hear cadence in each
sliding drawers in rooms
sink humming streams
giggling down the drain
you, treading air next to me
on with dewey-faced dream

these soft thoughts
of rhythms on mute
and lake telling me
she is out there too
with ionic whispers
in her soundless being