Clouds were clearing before I got to the lake,
the light returning after a long rain. Mine
was the only car in the parking lot. Not
a soul was in sight. Only this broad lake
mirroring sky and the curves of hills,
and the washed summer air and a sky
brushed with watercolor clouds. I stood
in the damp sand a long while breathing it,
everything else gone. Only this.
Not even me.