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
