When I read this poem, the words pulled this incredible joy from me and when I read the last stanza my voice portrayed the ecstasy I felt reading her words.
SAILING LAKE LOGAN MARTIN
Blue heron, ducks, gulls over
water. On the dock, a chocolate Lab.
We motor out, rely on wind
as the sail expands.
Carried faster and faster,
I smell the cutting waves.
The boat leans; your back's
toward the water's smooth surface,
a wall behind you.
Sunlight silvers the lake
while a catfish line tugs
at a red and yellow buoy.
Look, I'm not afraid,
I'm laughing here, a speck
between lake and sky.
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