I was all alone.

Me and the river,

A sea of mystery below me.

A soft breeze blew through

let me feel the lake’s mastery.

I wondered about the history

of my rock let my imagination

flow with the natural current.

I could sit here all day along,

Imagine those before me.

The rock has remained a century.

People with their own lives,

such attractive stone pedestals.

My fishing rod in my hands,

more of a prop than purposeful.

Thought of how many before me,

might sit for hours forgetting

why they were fishing at all.

For me, nature’s beauty, always.