Lake June, Evening


In the evening as the pain arises,

The breeze picks up, brings ripples

Undulating over the lake

Gushing on the grassy shore.


I remember childhood hours outdoors

Listening to the tender wind

Smelling the water stirred and cold

Wondering at the clouds.


The feeling is the same,

Old woman and girl.

What was, before, a gift

A promise from a new world

Is now remembrance of a present

A legacy no longer mine.


This water, sky, and dancing air

Are still the only gift.

Sally Clay
Lake Placid 1996


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