The Far End

Peace at the far end of the lake,
beyond the beaches and the crowds
and anyone who cares, out of sight
and beyond the sound of it all.
in the midst of quiet, blessed quiet
where I can cease to think
and let, at last, the feelings
you struggle to name, find their own way,
in their own time while you wait
in the empty sunshine, for them to find their way,
or leave.

About this poem

I have written before about my processing of emotions, how slow it is. I think that is part of why I like empty places so much. There is time and space and no pressure to name and know my emotions in real time. And it is easy to let go of the ones that need to be let go.

The picture was taken at Emerald Lake in Vermont. Yes, those are my feet.

Tom