Reflecting on Opposites
The mirror-smooth lake's surface of last week in no way reflects on current conditions. It's blowing in the high 20mph range, and is to continue in the near 30mph range until next Thursday. It's a good thing I got out the other day when I did. It somehow seems counter-intuitive that a sailor, who has depended on the wind to blow him around the oceans, and who has sat for hours waiting for it to arrive, would find himself lamenting having too much of it. But, that's just how it is. It will blow 30 to 50 mph here for days, even weeks, on end. Just as too much ice cream will make you sick, I find myself really sick of too much wind, especially now that I'm wanting to paddle. So, a little rhyme to pass the time......
Fierce and fine and free
Around some river bend
In spring the young ones call my name
But I am gone again
Ghosts and dreams and desperate schemes
Considered – and forgot
Cornered in the alley, yes
But never, ever caught
I’ve done my time at my desk
Pretending to be me
I am in truth on river bends
Fierce and fine and free
A flash of paddle on the lake
A dancer on the creeks
In May the old men call my name
But only distance speaks
Lenny Everson
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