I woke up to the sunrise floating on the lake
It looked like it was on fire
With the morning mist coming off of it.
I take the stairs down
To absorb the morning light
I have been missing
The smell of rain still fresh from the night before.
I needed a break.
It was something deep within me.
The second I stepped out onto the deck
I saw the lake
& I felt relieved.
I needed to be within, submerged.
It was a brisk morning to swim
but summer was heavy in August.
I dove into the lake
The cool water reflected on my face & legs
I lay on my back
& let the water carry the weight for a while
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Sage Higgins has been a writer since her first poem entitled "Hair, Nails, and Math" won 1st place at the Coffee House Bistro in sixth grade. She graduated with a degree in Organizational Communication with a minor in Creative Writing from SUNY New Paltz. Sage is a poet and prose writer with a focus on memoir and also writes comedic short form. Currently, she is the operations and admin director at a Woodstock Film Festival in Woodstock, NY.
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