There’s a lake not far from here
Where you can toss thoughts like pebbles
and watch the ripples take them
to the fish, who will keep them secret.
The stone between the big tree and
the smaller ash is a good place to perch.
If you’re lucky a robin will hop near.
A frog may jump in.
Listen for the chirping of a cricket
the quiet whisper of a grasshopper
the beat of dragonfly wings
and your own heart telling time.
I can tell you how many times
I have gone there and
the clock knows
how many more.
You go, take this pen and paper.
I will place my hands on your
sturdy shoulders and point your feet.
When you get to the cospe of spruce
Throw your name in the water
and listen for the grasshopper.