Sweet Simplicity
Sam Goldberg
I watched the clouds turn into the end of a kaleidoscope,
the blues and whites melted in a circle around the sun.
I sat in a lawn chair two feet into the crystal clear water of this gigantic pond,
I felt a large tug on my line, I pulled in a decent sized largemouth bass.
We caught glances as I removed the hook.
I released him gently into the water.
I fished for a while, but wanted a break.
So I took the paddle board we had out to the middle of the lake.
We stared up at the clouds as if we were one with the sky.
You couldn’t grab my attention, not even a fly.
A man fishing passed us in his boat, but he wasn't important.
We took the paddle board in closer
To where I could jump in the water,
And not get frightened by the gloomy darkness
created by the ominous depths of the lake.
I dove down as deep as my lung capacity would allow me,
seeing fish , frogs, and all sorts of plant life,
I was in awe by its untouched beauty.
I came to the surface gasping for breath.
My curiosity overtook my judgment.
I was overwhelmed by its beauty,
And skeptical of its mystery.
When we returned to the shore we sat back in the chairs
and watched the baby ducks feed on the pickle green algae around us.
We stood on the shore and watched the sun set.
As the wind whipped, I felt as if the sun set was a
green screen and the wind was a fan.
It felt as if I was on set of a TV show.
The trees glistened and life teemed.
I listened as nature screamed.
The scene was so surreal,
This summer night feel,
I could never let go or go back,
go back to what I know.
I looked at my friend as if it was the end,
Because, well, it was 2am.
We headed to bed with not an
Untouched detail left it our head,
Because that pond painted a picture that
To this day hasn’t fled.