The lake writes
August 6, 2010 § Leave a comment
The lake writes in reeds and water lilies,
erasing, writing over, a scripture
set down on waves and hard to read.
The lake writes in ducks—
flicker of fast wingtips
seen on dark water.
It writes not birds as species,
but the idea, the outline,
which takes millennia to say.
It writes for no one.
It’s why we come here.
Panasonic TS1, “Grainy Film” setting
Highland Lake, Bridgton, Maine