Belonging

This place

is not mine

nor does it belong

to the hands

that built

the dock

where I rest

and breathe

or the blackbirds

calling from 

the cattails

Does the lake

belong to the sky?

or to the trees

bending to embrace

their reflections?

or the reeds that hug

the shoreline?

This place is not

mine

only the moment

is

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