Magnuson Park, Mid October, 4 p.m.

Windless, sunlit afternoon —

The lake has grown smooth and bright,

subtle colors — mauve and silver,

powder blue and olive,

dark blue lines cut through by speeding boats,

waves rolling in towards shore.

We feel the satisfaction of momentum —

things that, now started, will move out on their own

while we bask in solid comfort

of companionship and Sunday

(the waves turn at the shore and bound out,

rippling like animal muscle)

where we have suspended time,

for now.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 13, 2013