Dawn/Greenlake

A stone breaks the windowpane surface

of a sleeping lake.

It works on the slippery mass

as certain gravity 

calls it through strands 

of slow dancing millfoil

to the tangled bottom.

This morning's mist

and watchful evergreens

are willing partners.

They swoon at their undulating reflection,

given life by reflected light.

Given concentric rhythm

by the vanished stone.

As the stone's descent

is cradled by the stirring lake

the waltzing slows.

The mist and the trees return 

to their wallflower wait.

The lake rolls over 

and goes back to sleep

but the stone makes the bottom,

finds it's place,

and everything will change.