Reflections on Lower Ausable Lake
So perfect, so silent, so still.
It is difficult to perceive
where reality stops and
earthly reflection begins;
gently with
effortless oars stirring eddies
twirl the surface and
refuse us entry.
Does water lap at truth? Which do we seek?
The present or that before the mirror
© Catherine Woods 1999, 2017
Second Beach, Washington
Stone sentries resist the waves;
sea stacks mire off the coast, remains of
sedimentary rock fused to the continent
during a torrid past life.
As the Ice Age and glaciers melted,
rising seas slice off all but the most
stubborn crag.
Nature never forces her magic,
our actions insight and existence wanes.
© Catherine Woods 1999, 2017
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