Ice Age

Blanchard Lake
carved by
a cruel mother
in secrecy

Left to grow
silent reflection
on a steel skin
No witness recalls
the story of
ancient silt
sleeping in blankets

A heron slices
into sunfish dreaming
Lily pad armies
hold cloud mirrors
to a slow rhapsody
of breeze
White birds ride
heat’s edge
to water

Girls’ laughing bends
against dragonfly air

The elegance of time
bows reeds into
a ritual prayer