Love Letter

May 21, 2011 - at a lake

This guy, who's a friend of a friend, has some land in the middle of nowhere. That is, of course, where I'm located - just east of Conservative and south of American Pride. Anyway, this friend of a friend was courteous enough to let us visit this land which has on it a lake surrounded by deciduous trees and patches of evergreens. The land and lake are cut off from the highway and civilized life and it's wildly beautiful! In one corner of the lake there is a patch of flooded trees like wet quills standing on end above a reflective scrap of parchment. We drifted out and around their trunks and scribbled on the water between them, but now our tiny boat is docked. We have all eaten lunch, snacked on fruit and finished our first drinks. At the moment, I have a daytime buzz, the poles' lines are descending the depths in search of life and the wind is drowning out our egos and showing us what it is to be immune to humanity. I'm trying to tell the trees, grass, water and wind that my patriotism lies with them. As a Human Being the only place that I love most, is Earth. I hope they're listening.