Poetry

Holy Water

Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash

Moss on earthen dam
squeezed between my toes
Ponds and lakes
break in these dark forests
Dams rise — mounds of earth
Cathedral of open sky
calls loon, bear, and moose
Doe sips water, raises
her head, checking the danger
She contemplates
On what does she focus?
Over what does she meditate
in this pool of holy water?
What wisdom fails me
beneath silver and blue
as I watch in silence?