On a lake named for a writer,
Nesting loons, high-roosting turkeys,
Deer ambling past, pileateds screaming
Woody Woodpecker imitations,
Incomprehensible from tree hulks
All within a football field,
We are in a ringed green circus
As center ring act to be watched,
Shaksper basks in total freedom
No leash or tie-out, just run and explore
Chase big bass splashing by the shoreline,
Bashing brown minnows
A pat drums, come early morning
We are fog-bound, listening
To life awaken to listen to us awaken,
Mutual rules, like peaceful coexistence
Hanging in some precarious balance,
We are invited to experiment with each other.