Sacred Lake Poemin search of that slippery silver vision

Thoughts While Walking on Water

This lake is more than just a desert
white with ice in winter stretching
for what seems infinity

or at the least those closest trees
some thousand yards another world
away—because beneath this ice

a depth exists of living water
almost conscious of those souls
ice-fishing, waiting for the catch:

that slippery sense of being, silver
revelation, bright mirage,
dream summer, visions small to large.

~Son Rivers 2008