The Lake

The sky above like pasturage
for sheep disguised as clouds
reflecting in the lake. Below,
a loon skims the tranquil
sun-baked lake, then disappears
into that watery kingdom.
A resurgent breeze ripples
the lake and suddenly it
appears some heavenly hand
liberally sprinkled diamonds
on its reflective surface. When
the ripples subside and the
diamonds are swallowed into
the lake, its surface becomes a
gigantic mirror reflecting those
sheep nibbling their heavenly
bucolic meadow, not yet fully
embraced by the shimmering lake.