I Want to be on the Dock

I want to be on the dock. Put my toes in the water.
I want to see ribbons of silver dance on the waves.
I want to lay back on the stone that’s been warmed by the sun.
I want to see the swallows dive through the buoys and hear the ducklings chase after their mother.
I want to look out at the moon and breathe in its light. Sit in the cool night, sunburnt and light.
I want to be on the dock every part of the day.
I want the sound of the waves to wash my cares away.
I want to look for treasures along the shore, and skip rocks from the boat ramp.
I want to look for turtles, sunning on a log.
I want to shout out “snake” when it come along.
I want to guess the birds and walk barefoot.
I want to breathe in the peace of being there at the lake.
Just a moment of ease to bring a smile to my face.