Erika Lee Williams
I drive to the lakeside again before dawn to scribble out my morning pages, read...spend a few minutes in quiet solitude before the day begins...
crescent moon –
crossing dark water
a tiny wake
Reading Mary Oliver by car light, my brain still stiff with sleep, I think I need a cup of coffee but decide to walk down the beach instead...
the rabbit’s breakfast
The mallards’ hearty splashing celebrates the new day. Footprints in the sand have shifted to non human circles, as if this beach has only ever had hoofed visitors.
disappearing behind reeds