I went down to the patio at the Indiana Historical Society,
a place where I could sit out of the sun
to write or sketch. Next to the Canal,
the site seemed private, despite the constant parade
of joggers, cyclists, and people in paddle boats.
Flocks of geese and ducks came in to alight on the Canal,
sending up sprays of water as their feet braked
on the surface. I sat for a half hour, feeling as though
I had the place to my own. When I left, I realized
another woman had the same idea;
as she sat under a cafe umbrella, she read
her e-book, probably with the same
feeling of peace that I'd enjoyed.