Fresh water suits my watery nature.
I squint at the ripples of redemption,
Watch the ducks glide beside me.

Keeping me on the straight and narrow.

The call of strangers splatters across
The sky and I choke on what I know ,
And cannot even whisper out, or sigh.

Mountains and sky reflected in water.

The ordinary has become extraordinary
Among the golden gleams of sunset
We look, blind, into the sun again and see

For here, too, light and shade are parting.

Flashes of lightning split the far horizon 
These southern skies populated with stars 
Float now, I am surrounded by a soft mist.

I feel disturbingly clean shaven

I gaze into the growing gloom,
The shaded bay has done with the town lights
Though I know they are somewhere there, mirrored in the lake

My stomach rumbles as I swallow my hunger; we go on.