Right or wrong?…

 Right or wrong?

I went to my lady of May. Her Winter blanket had wore-off and I needed to go to her. I arrived at the Port Austin and I took my shoes off. I walked to her. Dear Lake Huron was waiting for me. She was alive and well. Her waved danced six feet high and I adored her dance.

I have become old and I must decide what is right and what is wrong? In my world of ghosts and shadows. I must figure out where I am going and I must decide what I need.

I am blessed with good health, but old mind is struggling. Maybe I need to read more and think less. My world had fell into madness again. Never-ending wars and many folks struggling.

I am heavy with responsibilities and I cannot run away. Too old to run away anyway. I believe right and wrong is simple. Do the right things, be kind and don’t leave your world a mess. The wrong way lead to wild places and loneliness.

I go into the Lake Huron. My ancient family lived here once. Now just names I whisper into the wind and I hope. The Big Water is listening. I love the feel of the dancing waves. Make me feel alive.

Right or wrong, we can be. I pray I am in my proper place.

Coyote