Poem: blue sky lake

My friend was inspired to write a poem after seeing this photo:

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Image: Cynthia Via

She visited New Orleans this past month. We drove to Lake Pontchartrain, and sat there for a while contemplating about our fast-moving day. I forgot how much I needed to slow down. Biking has made me a hopper, moving through moments without settling down to think about them. Suffice to say I miss being a walker. Staring out at the water, I thought: there is love and sadness in that lake. It’s almost like it’s saying, you are no one to the sea. That’s how I feel when I’m floating over an endless body of water.

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I see the vastness of the world,

Like the sea,

it’s unrestrained and always moving

while keeping still and quietly examining

everything and everyone.

I am just another vibe.

The girl without a face.

“A girl has no name.”

And yet I still exist!

 

By Kit Kats.

Thoughts: Lake Pontchartrain

Image: Cynthia Via
Image: Cynthia Via

I had saved these last pages for the sea. I thought I would fill them when I stared out to Lake Pontchartrain. Instead I’m writing on my green desk; outside night is claiming day, and the sun has let the gray concrete cool off.