Written by Diane Lebson, Camden

Quiet, sweet quiet
I hear nothing but my breath
and the loon.
The river’s loon.
Our loon.

I open my eyes to endless blue
The sky.
The water.
It expands inside me
and makes me whole.

The dock is always there
even when it’s not.
When it’s winter
and it’s been pulled up on shore
it’s in my soul now
and makes me whole.

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