Lake Superior in Spring 2015
I have in morning at break of dawn,
while the afternoon plodded on,
I have in the evening watched your fury,
in the tides of settling sea I have looked.
Yet in all of your mystery,
I will look again for answers,
cast an eye upon your majesty
to realize I am again your visitor
The last rings of winter caress
your sides like clinging threads
on the frame of our shoulders,
only to recede when sunlight speaks.
yet you will continue to be the same,
a master of our universe, just waiting,
allowing many to traverse your skin,
if only to remain outside of your lair.
Those that have dared are nameless
to you, yet families grieve years later,
the depths of your mystique swallow
the kindest soul, the earnest fathers
I look out upon you as evening breaks,
watch the ring of clouds frame you tonight,
only beauty and exceptional grace come
to mind, as I again, wait for your answers.
your history is timeless, the merchants that pass
through your waters, daily, searching their souls,
we stand on the shoreline without ownership.
I stand alone wishing you might one day speak.