Poem five of my nature immersion at Marywood in the Northwoods of Wisconsin. This one came after a long kayak trip when the wind started to come up as I was quite a ways from the home dock. After putting away the kayak, I sat on the lake edge and took in the wind. We had another rain storm that night. Less electric but more thunder and wind. Enjoy the poem.
Lake Wind
Lake wind
the leaves and I respond,
them quaking,
me steady.
That sense of resistance,
holding my ground
as hurried air hits my face
and rolls around me
swirling under my chin
a brush against my ears
nostrils flare with each gust.
Water pushed into peaks
that breast stroke to shore
slapping, slapping
nowhere to go.
I too have nowhere,
really, to go,
here, now
standing in lake wind
letting the rushing clouds
roll over my head,
the churning lake at my feet
and I
in the middle ground
with the wind.
