Poem & Photo Giclee Print

Available, unframed, as an 8x10 print. Poem reads:

The Lake As My Witness

I used to think maybe the Lake could heal
my heartache, wash it away in her waves.
But I have grown older
and weary, carried brokenness
to the shore that refuses to dissolve.
Still, I come,
no longer looking to be healed
but rather, to be held,
to leave my tears in her water, to grind
my rough skin in the sand on the shore,
to know that this is alive.
This sand on my feet and wet in my hair,
this ache in my chest. This is alive,
this is being, with the Lake as my witness,
my body held in hers.