Alone on the Lake

By George Freek

ALONE ON THE LAKE 
(After Su Dongpo)


Night falls like a curtain,
as a cold wind rustles the reeds
along the shore. 
Dark clouds threaten rain.
The dying stars
barely light my way.
Like a guttering candle,
the moon flickers above me. 
There’s no sign of birds
or of men.
When I fished this lake
with my father I felt secure.
At sixty, cold and alone,
I think of my wife.
I steer my boat
in the direction
I hope will take me home.

George Freek’s poetry has recently appeared in The Ottawa Arts Review, Acumen, The Lake, The Whimsical Poet, Triggerfish and Torrid Literature.

.

PLEASE NOTE: ARTICLES CAN ONLY BE REPRODUCED IN OTHER SITES WITH DUE ACKNOWLEDGEMENT TO BORDERLESS JOURNAL