Still Waters
by Leslie Noyes
Somber is this lake,
Now ponderous and heavy;
Egrets sleep in shade.
The weight of water,
Unbearably burdensome,
Lulls the unwary.
Still, mosquitos buzz,
Challenging the status quo,
Daring lake to move
(All photos discovered on Pinterest)
In the latter part of my fifth decade on this earth I learn of the existence of Functional Water. I sincerely hope I haven’t fallen prey to the non-functional variety of H2O all these years. 
And I don’t even want to dwell on the ramifications of New Age Beverages. Do such drinks strike yoga poses when no one’s observing them? Are they into transcendental meditation?
I must explore this grocery aisle again one day soon. The secret to inner peace undoubtedly lies on 6b somewhere between the mundane offerings of bottled tea and soft drinks. Ommmmm.
Peace and functionality, people!
Softly lies the mist
soothing mirrored surfaces
silent secrets kept
i’d like to have you,
on a slow boat tonight
down a lazy river or
any port feels right.
whisper through wee hours
give into rhythm’s waves,
rock each other gently
and stay afloat for days.
far from shore we’d sail
then shelter in the cove,
skyclad ‘neath the stars
clothed in naught, save love.
Now, lest anyone think I was feeling amorous when I wrote this nothing could be further from the truth. I’ve got some sort of stomach bug, and I am doing my best to keep from being sick. Poor Studly Doright.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 