Upon exiting the cabin, I undergo broken cobble beneath my bare feet. The remnants of stairs are round and mellow, Yet some rebel rocks pierce and strike. No matter, nature has willed it. Leaving land, I enter upon a man made island Planks and rods bring support coupled with stability. String hangs in abundance from rusting cleats, While dangerous protrusions threaten the innocent flesh. No matter, man has created it. As the water calls, I enter. The buoyant vessel makes for easy observation. Identifying the stagnant water, which buzzes in anticipation, Creatures utilize my being for sustenance. No matter, God has formulated them To work in unison In order to create A recurring environment.
A reflection upon my friend's lake house in Troy, NY. A broken stove, one floor, and no service.