The warmth of lily pads had beckoned me back.
Had I known I lost my way…would I have come here to stay?
So far down the broken walls and Morrill Ponds…I had strayed.
A graceful, swoop of Blue Heron, caught my entanglements and, my manner of being easily…dismayed.
Hidden inlets and their flowers…had rosined up the bow to a bullfrog’s song.
Sun bathing Snap Turtles felt no need to run from my dusty, collective thoughts.
In the echo of my dusty self indulgence….
Could it be I just needed to get out of my own way?