Loosely I call it 'my lake'
though under no pretense
of ownership; it is rather
this place that claims me -- this water
which calls me to its edge, these paths
which ask for my feet, this rock
which has become my listening place, these trees
which gather me in -- a horizontal gravity
strongest at dawn
and at dusk. Of no note or value
to others, nonetheless
my
home
land.
              ©1999 Kathy Dodd Miner