no direction home

she says glumly.

i'm lost.

i have no direction.

i feel adrift.

the air is cool.

the lake

before us rolls

like a blue

 knitted cloth

of waves.

of birds, of sky.

it's crowded.

but warm enough

to walk.

we find a bench

in the sun.

i have no

purpose she says.

looking towards

the darkening woods.

there is nothing

i can tell her.

there is nothing

new, nothing old,

nothing wise

to say.

but have fun and

enjoy your life.

in time this will all

go away.

you'll be old, you'll

be grey

and you'll wonder why

you spent

so much time

with worry, with dismay.