Reflections
The proud volcano looks at her
reflection in the mirror below.
The crows throw a party.
The small black duck squawks her opinion from the reeds.
Mayan men fish while speaking
their ancient language,
carried over the silky morning
surface of Lake Atitlan.
Majestically deep.
The sun makes himself known,
giving the giant on the shore
clarity.
The fog, who was caressing
her feet, slowly fades away,
knowing his time will come later
in the day for another embrace.
