We wonder over light dancing on water
And admire the darker surface most because it's there that the light reflects brighter
There must be something profound in that observation, but most beauty can avoid an explanation
Zak slings a fishing line across glass surface, fooling a bird into swooping down for food
The "bloop" rolls water toward our dock, as Jonathan picks notes off of guitar strings
We joke at the rom-com quality of our unique characteristics
One the mechanical Minnesota nice guy
One an engineer mind with an artist's heart
And me, a nomadic writer seeking beauty
We keep looking at the same scene differently
There's probably something to be extracted from this thought,
But some lessons are better enjoyed than taught