A Loon Calling on South Branch Lake

When I need to hear it most,
I walk down to the dock
in the back of my brain
where calm water waits

and listen, the world grinding
itself on around me,
bobbing for a moment or two
atop the rise and fall
of living.

One hand covers my mug
so nothing spills.

 

 

About the Poet:
A member of the Maine Poets Society, Gus Peterson lives and writes alongside the Kennebec River.  Work has appeared recently or is forthcoming in the Aurorean and Northern New England Review, and online at The Lake and Clear Poetry.  A chapbook, When the Poetry’s Gone, was released last year by Encircle Publications.  He is currently working on a full length collection.

 

Photo by Unsplash.

 

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