Praying to St. Clare de pobre on a Sunny day….

Praying to St. Clare de pobre on a sunny day..

I have gave up, I have given in. I was so tired.

I decided I had enough and I didn’t want to move.

I decided to wait for death by Lake St. Clair.

I knew death was a patience god and I could live a-day,

I could live a week. I could live 40 more years.

I love Lake St. Clair.

She was name for St. Clare de pobre by a French explorer in 1679.

I have always felt safe here.

I sat near the Clinton river leading into Lake St. Clair and

I wanted St. Clare de pobre to come and sit with me.

To tell me, I am alright.

I closed my eyes and I listen to the river.

I knew she would not come and

her memory was enough for me.

After a time,

I felt peace and calmness and I told the Lake St. Clair.

No-one will die today and tomorrow will come.

Dancing Coyote