It’s a place of power and repose: the big, wide bay beyond
and before smaller bays; the water, sky, and mountains always changing--
whether the lake is calm, choppy, or wild with breaking waves; Rust-red rock cliffs and
shore, pine and cypress (cedar) islands, the water changing colors and texture,
( Last week I saw it, for just a few minutes, become a luminous viridian, with shifting streaks of
turquoise.) In the afternoons, spangles of sun-bright shimmer cast across from
the west.
And that’s IT: motion,
even in stillness--like those mountains on the other shore, layered green
and blue and gray, solid and heavy
nearby, or faded misty distant; sunlight finding ways through clear sky or
cloudscape, in streaks, shadows, rays; gold,
white, silver.
Landforms on the water: dark Juniper
Island ; the rock
island Odzihozo ( in Abenaki cosmology, the creator,
come to eternal rest and strength at the heart of this water mountain rock
world he made…. ) To an onshore perception these islands seem to
change shape, color, and position, hour by day by season. Stillness
and strength and motion.
Most of all today, the
sounds of water, of wind, of boats; of
waves, breaking against rock, hollow, resonant. Tuned to the tones and textures of power, repose.