the heat rises
off your glassy surface
mirroring the day

I hear you
in the river’s song
and in its movement forward

my path is long
and journeys onward
in the other direction

perhaps we’ll meet
another time
where our journeys lead us

easy steps
on solid ground
my path forward

gliding across
the lake’s pristine surface
you trail sweet waves behind

like echos of
your presence here
your silent footsteps trod

you flap then glide
a hair’s breadth from the surface
symmetrical flight

if I could
I would linger longer
to set upon your shore