boat ride to sawmill bay

we slice into bottle green

flat-platter lake

mirror sky atremble

azure rippling out to calm

we cruise broad bays

snake along serpent channels, past shores of

rounded rock, drooped needle-boughs suspended over glass

the land reflects back to itself -

each rocky point, a diminishing trail to water

reflected as ancient arrowhead

 each peninsula, a spiky planet of jack pine

suspended in blue -

totem shoreline to sawmill bay

© Annabelle Jane Murray