Mere whim sent me down the road that passed the lake
I had forgotten, tucked as it is between farms, its smooth
complementing their rugged earthy rows, but both rolling,
each in its own way. And both will soon wear fresh green.
Even now you can feel it rising from somewhere powerful
and deep, a green known by fishes and worms and reeds.
Come back next week, something whispers inside me,
and see what’s happened. You might find yourself amazed.