At dawn, the lake reflects

Rows of  pencils,

Serried green arrows

That dimple the clouds

Then a beaver

Draws a line

Across the tranquil surface

Of the mind

And the aspen trembles

To the crash of elk,

The cry of the raven

And the distant rumble of war.

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 between regret and despair,

when fate replaces hope

and is companioned by fear,

the mind fixes on  

the moment of being,  

belonging,     

not to compete

but to repair,

less an excursion  

as a better way home.    

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