Windless, sunlit afternoon —
The lake has grown smooth and bright,
subtle colors — mauve and silver,
powder blue and olive,
dark blue lines cut through by speeding boats,
waves rolling in towards shore.
We feel the satisfaction of momentum —
things that, now started, will move out on their own
while we bask in solid comfort
of companionship and Sunday
(the waves turn at the shore and bound out,
rippling like animal muscle)
where we have suspended time,
for now.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 13, 2013