"...living near water," she said,
"I've not yet gotten used to the idea."
And in her eyes were reflected the greens and browns
of the midwest
with nary a trace
of eastern blues and mud.

And yet I think I'm at home now
in among the pine needles and deer
and the huge expanse of river
gleaming
golden blue at night.

One wonders why you leave
one place for another
what draws us here together
in the wind and the water so very far from the flats and hills
so very near the water.