I walked to the lake   to skip    stones     the way people do

with their thoughts   when they at last notice    that their pockets     are full.

Then you honked at me   in your hurried voice    Good morning - Good morning!     and invited me to linger

as your webbed feet waltzed   toe by toe    across the sand     into the wild open blue

while loneliness waited   by the rocks     and I,       I drowned in delight.