A Passing at the Lake

He passed me by the lake
heads down, cap tipped low
a robust man who loved
his food and beverages

there was lightning in the sky
no brightness in that  day
it was a perfect miserable afternoon
a nippy day, with strong  wind  

the robust man walked into the shallows
and never stopped, he just moved on
to the deepest and disappeared
a few bubbles and all was calm again

standing there rooted in great dismay
I watched this passing by the lake
Until I remember a call I had to make
They never found him to this day.