I sit at the edge of the dock, swinging my feet on the water's surface.
Tiny circuits bleed out under my toes and escape across the vast lake.
I glance up at the stars, questioning the eternity of space.
Why doesn't everything last that long?
A comet runs across the glittering quilt of black.
Do the heavens exist?
I wonder as my hand traces circles in the molding wood. The dock creaks as my legs sway back and forth.
The crickets and frogs sing me their symphony, plaguing my thoughts with memories of her smile and her loving caresses.
I miss her hugs, her comforting words when I cried into her stomach as a young child.
She used to hum the most beautiful melodies as she rocked me to sleep.
And sit with me, right here in this spot, and teach me the ways of the water and the stars.