on the rocks, the canadian shield, old rock
rock that extends for miles and miles
water cupped in the rock
cupped like a hand, holding a lake
you say
You seem so deeply at peace
I say
No, I am not at peace at all
then I say
Yes, in the depths I am at peace
like the lake
the surface is all weather
glassy sometimes
then surface chop
then rain singing and bouncing
then waves crashing on the shore
reflecting the sky
light, dark, blue, the green of trees
pale pink in the morning
or orange and blue with the setting sun
the depths change slowly
not that slowly
in the fall the water temperature drops
to 4 degrees
and the lake turns over
all the 4 degree water dropping into the depths
and the warmer water rises
until the whole lake is 4 degrees and most dense
and then the surface freezes
the ice is lighter and floats on top
until it is solid and deep
and the lake winters over
in the spring the ice melts
and the ice breaks up
and the lake rolls over again
my surface is choppy with emotion
memories
grief and joy
my slow depths turn over
and there is deep peace
Beautiful words describing emotions that run deep.
Thank you