Sit by me
the old wooden pier
is peaceful
my legs hang
as cool mountain lake water
flows through toes
small sunfish scoot under
while listless, i watch
a lone hawk spread magnificent
circles the water
small birds hide in trees
which line the shoreline
like a waistband holding back a bloated dinner
the sun has passed noon
shadows float out from the shoreline
reaching, stretching, trying
to cover everything it can, and
eventually will
but i should be gone by then
building a fire encased by ancient stones
dug out when my home’s foundation was formed,
and the underbrush
pruned back, trees cleared, land leveled
allows me to relax and
view humanity’s vision of nature
when back on my old wooden dock
elliot m. rubin is a New Jersey poet who has published over thirty books of poetry, facilitates two Zoom poetry critique groups, posts daily on Instagram and has over 10,200 poets following him. He also won first place in the Poets Corner Poetry Contest and has had poems published in assorted anthologies.
