On a lake - a poem by Lauren Beziers

On a lake - a poem by Lauren Beziers 2006

 

I was on a lake

Not walking

I was sitting in a boat

Not laughing

 

The bearded young fellow

Who rowed us to the middle

Was annoying me

Intensely

 

I said "So you are going to catch a fish then ?

And he replied

In a twinkle of an eye

That "the time was not right for

Pike"

 

The air was damp

I felt damp

And the lake was grey to black

 

I called to my

Mother on the bank

With her paper and pipe

To "stop knitting"

But she ignored me

 

My bearded young fellow

Rowed us back

And he gallantly helped me out

I said "I never want to see this lake again"

To which he replied "nor me"

 

Its the fickle nature

Of the mood of day

That can turn you against

The things you should love best

And in keeping with this universal tide

I enjoyed a marvelous day out by a lake

Not three weeks later

 

But the bearded man

Was replaced by

Smooth faced

Handsome young buck

And I was three weeks older and wiser

 

We caught a fish that day

And ate it with tartar sauce

All felt beautiful and dreamlike

 

LB 2006