On the Lake

Clouds over head holding their breath,
flocculent cheeks distended, rumbling a promise
from deep within.
We, bobbing on gently swelling waves,
sun-warmed wood cooling slowly beneath
us, oars beginning a tap-tap-tap warning
against the boat.
A world enclosed in suspended animation,
watching, waiting, an aura of expectancy.
Hold close, storm’s a-brewin’.


Prompt: Pick one (or more) of the following words, and write about what it means to dream of these things:
Ballet slipper
Wobbly table

Photo of Lake Tiak O’ Khata in Winston County, Mississippi

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