Summer Solace
I sit on our cottage porch
and listen to the undulation
of waves lapping against
the concrete seawall.
A family of mallards bob
around and under
the planked boat dock,
their air of perfect serenity
belying the driving motion
of webbed feet below
a calm and watery surface.
In the distance,
a pair of loons
call out to each other,
their haunting wails
echo in the wilderness.
I am hypnotized
by their conversation–
the universal language of the lake.
Linda Straub
Copyright May 2014
Art by David Michael Jackson