Lake transfigured

Darkly slipping through weedy tendrils
threading puffy white clouds
that unravel, paddle-cut,
to reform with my passing.

Wind-shadow’s luminous stillness
kaleidoscopes island green
in the glass wake-waves,
till I look away, brain-bent.

The lake is its truest self
in absolute connection
to sunlight and sky,
transfigured by that which is other than itself!

September 2019

Lake, sunlight and sky