Swing Wide the Gates

I will live half-submerged in the late hours of the day while my hand traces endless patterns in the water and I will use the next sixty days or so to consider a shift, or plans; to look back or look ahead or just swing all the fence gates wide and let the water fill the space that divides and see what floats through the openings.

From: The Return of Summer by Pam Lewis at OutsideVoice