If you follow the rough asphalt and rock

Far into rural Minnesota,

Past the turkey farms and fields of corn,

A cabin sits on a low-lying property.

If you follow the property to where water laps against lanky stalks,

Smelling of lemon and thyme,

You will hear the growl of a floating engine

Send loon to the air.

If you follow the loon to the end of the dock,

Until you’re steps from dancing on the water,

The radiance of the sun 

Will refract off nature’s mirror.

And if you look into earth’s seeing pool,

You will see

The cobalt sky and pear-colored grass.

The elegant birch and ink-black squirrels,

Far into rural Minnesota.