James H Duncan

Lake Tear-in-the-Clouds

 

water chilled by aurora borealis

shivering in dawn’s gentle breeze

flows the crystalline waters of the

tear in the clouds, wonderous and

remote, huddled with feldspar and

calamity, opalescent in descent it

begins the beginning and never

sees its end, eternal and holy in its

quiet grace, sun setting in a cistern

of pine and rock, then nothing but

the stars and the primordial hush

of all we could be, and might still

(from the chapbook Tributaries, available from Maverick Duck Press.)