2022/1/9 #poetry The route, familiar, defined, somewhat unavoidable, around the lake. I'd like to take a different route, do something new, as I tend to do when I go hiking Most hiking parks have at least a few trails I can experience something I haven't before Alas, circumnavigation is the only option here Or a portion thereof, along that one track I just have to remember Nothing is ever the same
Exquisite shimmer, stealing the splendor of the Sun and outshining it The Sun, behind the sparkling surface, is hardly given notice It is a reflection, but the undulating ripples distort it and spread it out to unrecognizability It becomes a blanket of glitter A sense of warmth belying the cold truth of the lake