The Lake

The Lake

 

In the lake

that the latest downpour has formed,

the sky lies looking up,

trees shake their leafless boughs

in the shivering water.

 

The lake shimmers

with sequins of sun

and the trees sway

as if saying,

”no, no, not today….”

 

At the lake’s edge,

a grey cat stalks,

his tail hanging down,

tip twitching, almost touching the water.

He looks as if he is walking in the sky.

 

 



This poem was first published in Voices Israel, Volume 32, 2005

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