Lake Poem

The sun assailed the sky, commanding

families to barbeque and frolic

I came along to watch the goose processions

and solitary planes trailing after

one another. Moving in subtle ways the trees

surround me, casting shadows dark as night, under which

a small band gathers, sounding cello, guitar, hearty laugh

I settle beside my bicycle on the dappled

grass. All but a corner of the Lake is hidden,

as green as the world around it,

like a mirror smudged, or a picture of heaven;

allowing only the most attentive of eyes to catch it