Friday, September 10, 2010

Don't forget to look at the lake

Silverlake is a speck, a blue spot 
A reservoir of some millions of gallons
 Home for wayward sea birds 
The glimmer mostly ignored By the sundry hipsters strolling there
 Still that silver lake was part of our days Dreary and mundane
 My daughter and I drove past
 While we navigated unsteadily Together on a stormy sea
 I, supposed to be taking the helm 
“Don’t forget to look at the lake” The wisest words I ever gave her
 Where tears, curses, and heartbreak Made the view murky and sad
 We sipped those moments in the azure depth 
Taking a pure draught in the raining ashes
 Letting a few wayfarers of blood Settle sweetly while we drifted 
“Don’t forget to look at the lake”
Jewels of light dancing on the windblown water
 Death, divorce, depression all softened some
 When we shouted at each other, releasing hate
 Sharing blame for our failures
 Silverlake answered those calls too
“Don’t forget to look at the lake” 
Even the sad throb of defeat Quieted in the dark water there
A heron broke from the nest
High in the Eucalyptus branches
reflected in the mirrors below
"Don't forget to look at the lake"
 When love asked to come in once again
 I remembered and each window glance
The moments adding up as balm 
Each sliver of hopeful sight That came in on cool currents
“Don’t forget to look at the lake”

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