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Lake Ticanu
 
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It meant something like
“Lake of Everlasting Life”
and was pronounced “tee-caw-noo”
although, hot August afternoons,
gingerly edging in past
water-choking reeds
to float in its cool middle,
we called it “tick-on-you.”
Sunfish nibbled at our toes.
Sometimes in the dark green water
amber flashed –
someone’s goldfish
tendered to the pond,
grown big and fat
until a great blue heron
beaked him up.
 
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Lake Louise


So above, so below.
Green hills, granite,
snow, clouds, sky,
mirrored so perfectly
you can’t tell
what is air and
what is water.
Turn the card
and either way
you look at it
could be the view
from shore,
the way
we looked at it
so many years ago,
head over heels.