THE INLAND SEA

Photo by S. Auberle

HOLDING ON

this cold, August morning,

I lie on warm sandstone

beside the Gratiot River.

Tan and clear, its calm merges

with Superior's boiling fury.

The lake is thundering in,

wind's mouth roaring

words I can't decipher.

At my feet--scarab jewels

tiny, gold creatures

clinging to rock,

their miniature hearts

beating like mine.

In winds steady at 35 knots,

we are holding firm,

the beetles and I,

on the edge of infinity.

~ mimi