Kebbie Lake

Here
In the middle of the
sky
watching
The mountains lakes
and streams
change their shapes
I like hanging out
with you
my reflections my
Lover
shoulder deep in ferns
mosquitoes and flies
smell of hot Sun Earth
make a jungle of these
pine woods
Little sandy beach
The cliffs rising from
their reflections in
open water
I spread my arms to
feel your wide
Dance of Deep Heart wind
out of old moon caves
dry needles and dust
Across slopes of
sheer rock
to quiver tiny rainbows
In your shallow waters.

6 August 1975