The Quiet Before
(Meant to precede “The Storm”)
Normally this lake is
All about movement.
Waves crashing on the shore
Or, at the very least,
Gently caressing the sand.
Today the lake is quiet.
Ghostly quiet.
Still.
When they speak of
The quiet before the storm
This is what they are talking about.
There is no movement,
None.
The sun barely shimmers off the water,
The light sucked into the stillness.
The lake is patient.
It waits.
It knows the wind will return.
But, for now,
It is quiet.
At rest.
No wind.
No movement.
Patient.
Just quietly waiting for the storm.
Roy W. Backes
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Roy W. Backes - Poetry 