Alone, Calling Across The Water
by Toddicus
From the moment you expect love,
you realize it is not happening.
When the lake is finally still
with all of its breathing and
nestled fishes
and the sun has
buried itself in the soil,
you can call out across
the black water and
all of the bedtime trees will
lend a hardened ear,
the owls will open their eyes
in yellow wonder,
the nests will unweave themselves
with new flight,
the boll weevils will
stick their noses out,
they will listen to your
heart that is sour,
they will smell your landlocked tears,
they will rise up
to catch your calling
from across the water
as gentle twilight
disappears and
you learn to stand alone…
the eager honeybee you’ve become,
the patient acorn you will be.