Reflection

“Dark Magic Sky Reflected in the Lake” by Rock Bull

watching the lake watch the sky

still in youth of a trimester summer

these dim ancient eyes trying hard

to interpret the rippling of clouds

scudding gold in formations of flight

from an angry explosion of sunset

confessing their sins to these waters

unaware of my witness and eavesdrop

that causes my turn of attention to

all that I’ve done in my long day of life

I stand into the lake till it covers me

cleanses me washed with both water

and sky before time sends descent of its

deaf dumb and blind seal of darkness