The edge of the water

I wrote this poem one beautiful summers evening whilst sitting on a rickety old jetty on lake Taupo, New Zealand.

The edge of the water is calm,

The edge of the water is tranquil,

The edge of the water is my space,

To look, to listen, to think.

The water birds gently glide past,

The boats cruise by with ease,

Making waves in the cool water;

Ripples on the glass.

I sit at the edge in the quiet,

I lie at the edge in the still,

I rest at the edge in the silence,

In the warm, summer evening.

I ponder the meaning of life,

I think a billion thoughts,

I write out a thousand words;

These things in my head.

Down here I forget my toils,

Down here I forget my pains,

Down here I forget my struggles,

And I breathe deep.

The edge of the water is calm,

The edge of the water is tranquil,

The edge of the water is my space,

To look, to listen, to think.

© Alice Daley 2013