skipping rocks on lakeside

wet wilderness surrounding 

melted voices into Song

flat shore rocks nested, 

fitting together,

becoming ancient bridges 

for ants to catch a cool drink

creation munificently adjoining outside to inside,

infinitely stretching its borders

admitting each new creature born,

another perfect act of offering,

another unequaled act of receiving

nectar sunset patching a quilted sky

trailing azure clouds witnessing the performance,

ensuring seamless change,

expansive, inevitable

and silence prevails:

pause…slow…inhale…exhale…

till another direction stretches

as another path fades into water,

bestowing Life while demonstrating Death

then washing it away once more,

flying wings merging into walking legs

as another cycle begins

Pine Lake, Minnesota

Sunset, 7/6/73