Perilous at twilight,
Perilous to lie
On bare rock by lake’s edge
Watching the sky,
Gray film of cloud
And clear sky beyond,
Hearing bird’s cry
And water’s sound;
Nothing to strive for,
Nothing to be.
All intention
Drained out of me;
One with mosses
And moldering stone,
Steeped in a stillness
Like their own
Clean to the core
Of the brittle bone.
Perilous at twilight,
Perilous to lie
On bare rock by lake’s edge
Watching the sky.