Between two lakes

The first drops fell softly,
then with loud plops,
rushing rivulet aftermaths
churning the silver lake
into thousands of pulsating geysers

A single lamp glows on the screen porch
close in the tall pines on the shore of the lake.
a dim light on old letters
90 years old, she reads her words
to the charlottes and isolas and rozes, the johns and georges.
the pounding rain
drowns all other sounds
runs off the roof edge
in great grey green sheets
closing off all other worlds

Here
a life driven deep into the
land between two lakes
no leaving here
set in stone granite
the mill on the dam
hard and sure
lives tied
to the place
flowing into its waters
through the Dvorzak Piano concerto
breaking the still

Sandra Thaxter
July 2007 for Peg