Thursday, July 11, 2019

Poem of Hudson Springs Lake


The face of the water
has captured the season,
the passage of time,

and what it holds
it reflects to us
to see how little

or how much
in our turn
we reflect

of the current,
ongoing reflections
by means of which

reality like a lover
is bending smoothly
her back to us.

And the water face,
the face of our mind now
so rendered and seen

is made of blacks
and the whitest of gold,
where all are both

deep and plain,
thus ambivalent
when pensive

or vague, and so
welcoming,
open—

as water can be.
This very face of time,
the moment and the season

does mask and still
the faces of the eternal
as lovers do too

and as each over
another flows and moves
or is made to hold.

So like watery reflections
by light we too are cast
to quiver in the dark.

Into the presence
of poetry, vanished
and once more found

where ancient gods even
may reappear native
to the self-same sparks.

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