when there’s only 37 minutes in hour these days, July 1st got here real fast. RIGHT?
Morning on Dease Lake
Heat rises high fast on the sheen
and sparkle of the Lake.
Not a branch, hardly a leaf
makes movement
even in my passing breath
or that of the wings of busy birds
making best of the early morning
It’s a quiet easy calm
a welcome peace for a city dweller
perfect for the quiet drift of
fishermen easing along the
lake edges before the skis
and giant tires bob crazy
behind the speed boats
It will be a hot one on this
Sunny pour of summer
A real scorcher they say
I eat up this morning calm
fill up my body’s low reserve
hungry for the peace of it
Inhaling the sweet smell
of the land and the lake
I imagine a calm peace-full
world, with my old lazy dog
and the waft of breakfast
bacon, and the seeing glass
clear of Dease Lake and
of all this goodness right
through to the other side of
the aching Earth
I imagine, I imagine
All life is good