overlooking clear aquamarine
water tinted by serpentine rocks
creating surface ripples,
writhing intertwining ropes,
or wrinkly skin from gentle wind,
I am grateful, yet hear, too,
my dog's uncomfortable whining---
like my own undertones
of insecurity---wanting change
yet fearful when it happens,
looking back to solid ground,
forgetting the freedom
of this edge and the clarity
of the overview,
the soothing hush of rushing water
just around the bend.
