Lake water shivers in the moon's regard.
Silent floats, its ruby eye a fallen star,
Silent as the floating face above, and hard,
Hard to shape, a grey loon in the dark. Far
Joys, almost forgotten, breathe a name,
Answering my whispered prayers for tame
And calm remembrance. Pain. What to say?
Heedless, kneeling in the dark, I stay.
Keep stillness at the core of things,
Heart's silence strong as hovering wings.
Eternal now, without a sound, the loon,
Too suddenly is gone beneath the moon.
Empty of all futures, kneeling in the snow,
Remembering, I watch the silence grow.