through the rolled-down car window
still miles and miles away
the smell of the lake
and the breeze
and the sand

are my map
to the beach
of my childhood

where my feet sink
into the sand
all the way to water’s edge

and the first
touch of lake on my feet

steals my breath away
till I
take the plunge full on

and I emerge
six years old again
giggling and splashing

the smell of
fresh on my heart

and I laugh
at the notion
that I could ever be cold, here