Sitting on the deck that overhangs the lagoon,
a woman’s voice speaks to me from inside the house.
It takes me back to summer holidays on Lake Stanley, when I was a child,
and no amount of calling would bring me home.
Here, like then, I watch the sun reflecting from the lake’s surface,
the sandy mud, the smell of thick forests and clean water.
A bird settles on the lake and my mind drifts away into the universe.
How strange to be an old man with a young man’s mind.
Music begins to play softly and there are more voices now
as the house begins to awake.
How many years of suffering to finally reach this year of peace?
How sad to think that I am only looking at this lake now
after years of profits and deadlines.
If I were a brave man, I would have done more
to live life like a free man.
All choices are correct and incorrect,
all life comes to an end.
The forest is thick around the edge of the lake,
there is rain coming.