Breaking The Lake: Winter Solstice, 1 A.M.

Breaking The Lake: Winter Solstice, 1 A.M.

                                                                            c Peri Lyons, 2012. 

Walked to the center of this frozen lake.

It's one A.M.    -I've carried out this stone.

I'm calling out God's dare. So, okay, God:

Your Wish is to be Known- and stay Unknown?

-I'll call that bluff.-Let's see if I'm alone.

This stone's from stars I see and cannot see.

This ice invites a stumble or a glide.

The ice is water still, but not to me:

While, underneath, fish hide, and do not hide.

I drop the stone. I listen to the "crack!".

The stone, which breaks the silence and the lake:

Has its own journey now, has its own act.

It makes a noise like gunshot. Now the lake

Cracks open shore to shore, beneath my stand:

And suddenly this dare has higher stakes:

Because I dared to open both these hands.

The moon smirks as i stumble back to shore.

The moon laughs at this drama, now it's done:

Tomorrow all I'll know, and know no more:

This will be kept a secret, by the sun.

PL 12/23/12 xo

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From "Dawdle: New Poems for Old." due out 3/18/14  c Peri Lyons 2012