Scenery

The lake is dark tonight, o’er the treetops it floats again
Silently
Gathering the strange glittering from above its surface
Frenetically so, like there is no tomorrow, since there was no yesterday.
The lake is flat tonight, stretching for air, a shallow layer
Of water-dew
A fishing-net, an anchor for the stars and I.

It’s drawing circles above my head
The dark lake-water of tonight,
Metallic in its appearance,
cutting
Oh, God!-

-Through the treetops,
Silently.