The lake

Flat, calm.

It seems that way.

The reflections cover the surface with the image of the sky.

Hard to see beyond the serenity.

I’m not the only one out here.

Two men and their rods.

Looking for dinner I expect.

Nod of the head.

Unspoken greeting.

Smile as I drift past.

I feel them looking at me.

Go away I think.

This is my time.

No clock to guide me.

My peace.

Me time.

No one else’s.