Watching, as the story of the lake
Unfolds on a spring afternoon

Canoes paddle to and fro
Fling droplets into the sunshine
Swimmers sing discordant notes
Sounds are absorbed in the afternoon breeze

Graceful dog black
Chases bird blue
Splatters mud
On my head as I write

No longer can I watch from afar,
The unfolding story has engulfed me.