I know a nameless lake in the Sierra
where lunker rainbow rise at every cast
and mating dragonflies
skitter above the surface
and hummingbirds with iridescent eyes.
No trail leads here. No ducks point the way.
Whatever route you find will be your own.
Nearby, it is so quiet
approaching through the trees
the wind is audible minutes away
and when it stills, the water's face relaxes
within its margin of untrodden meadow
and smoothes and clears to show
beneath what's imaged here
the undisturbed reflection of its form.