morning at Kintla Lake

A gentle cacophony of melodies 

greet me. 

Birds I can’t even name joyously 

welcome the new day, 

as the water, clear and calm as a 

serene summer sky,

reflects the mountains back to me, 

delicately displaying their grandeur, 

off kilter but still, it centered me. 

 

The creek rushes into the lake, and

laughs as it stumbles over rocks and twigs 

and the gentle conversation of fellow 

backpackers lulls me into believing in 

harmony, 

in coexisting with creation.

 

A little fish jumps, 

a snake sits in the mirror of the mountains. 

a loon dives under, creating ripples, 

silently swimming, seeking its breakfast. 

I suppose loons get hungry, too.