Poetry Porch: Poetry


Lake Eden
By Robert K. Johnson

Sitting on the edge
of the dock
and dangling your feet
in the quiet water
you lean back

and bask
in a stillness
so full, so strong
you can hear it

                  until –
from some distant part
of the lake’s sprawl –
come rows of ripples

whose chill
wraps around your ankles
like a snake.

Copyright © 2021 by Robert K. Johnson.