Eating a Peach at Fawn Lake

The lake in early morning,
a wavy plate reflecting
an evergreen shoreline.
At its edge, I let
the juice of a peach
make joy in my mouth
and drip from my fingers
into the body of water.
Then I enter,
my own body feeling her silk
as I quietly glide to the middle.
I float forever under azure sky
in the lake’s sparkling arms.

I emerge a different person
into birdsong, duck calls,
and the whirr of a zebra dragonfly
lifting and zooming from my shoulder,
glad to be
only the human here.
Around our tiny planet
I send this peace,
that its buoyancy may lift
the lives of those whose burdens
I heard on the radio news.

From this gentle place,
serenity I send to the teachers
behind the barricades in Oaxaca;
into the anguished hearts of shooters;
into the breath of generals,
and the breath of mothers who
this day have lost their children.

From the harmony here, I send
dragonfly blessings
and the sweetness of peaches,
to those I love and those I fear.
May this tranquil lake remind us
it’s time to wake and claim
our true and holy nature.

©Susa Silvermarie 2016