Pool of Ink, Bayou

May I sit, bayou?

Have you been resting throughout the journey?

Pace yourself.

There’s a long road ahead.

May I sit, bayou?

Still waters run deep into

and through your roots

to quench your spirit.

Thirst not.

There’s provision ahead.

May I sit, bayou?

And speak through the breeze.

Cool, soft winds dance to nature’s sound.

Be still and find peace.

Enjoy, bayou sits.

A pool of ink.

Your favorite body of water transforms into a pool of ink at sunset, inspiring a pen that never runs dry.