all arguments end
with a smooth lake and mountains
(just enjoy the view)





all arguments end
with a smooth lake and mountains
(just enjoy the view)





summer beach farewell
to friends she’ll maintain for life
(love’s in her nature)

that long Kansas road
alleviated by teens
learning to drive home


along a river
this fairy tale ferry stop
has stood a beacon




in muddy waters
kids get to be kids all day
while mamas paddle


nature is our home
found in Kentucky fire
lit by desire



a creek paddle day
brings every boat together
for swimming and grins




if only these pics were perfect
as perfectly peaceful as they appear
and no one lost a phone (and all the love attached) to a lake
and no one said they hated each other
and no one lied to their mother
and no one cried.


but life isn’t this lake
this quiet Kentucky fishing lake that we ruined with six screaming kids and one barking dog
this peaceful lake for paddling or praying or both
this swimmable, all-ours, wake-free lake.

Life is this lake, isn’t it?
Perfect and not so perfect.

nothing like my park
and isn’t that so perfect?
vines, dogs, shade, creeks, peace.


nothing like my path
and isn’t that so perfect?
sun, hills, curves, town, bike.



screech owls in our park
cycling through the city
quarantine summer


this is our family
working through each glittered pic
and this quarantine


the packing ordeal
of a backpacking journey
is so exhausting

for these quiet views
we walk into the forest
leaving all behind


(if only we could
forget the masks and all else
and escape this plague)
