The Unnamable

A small round pond
      within the col of granite
mountain tops
      appears pacific.
Nothing echoes
      rigorous conditions of
the summits; there
      ceaseless Atlantic winds
have scoured the crags
      and cairns pristine. But here
the breezes trickle
      over calamus
and sweet flag.
      Dragonflies are threading
through the arrowhead.
      A water snake slips through
Labrador tea
      while frogs ascend amongst
the water lilies.













copyright Greg Perry 8/98
revised 6/02