At Cloud Pond

A glittering flake of sky nestles here
in the cup of the mountainside.

After hiking so far alone
nowhere to be but here.

I swim fully naked in clear water,
hugging a slippery floating tree trunk.

In the lean-to, dry, I eat a small supper.
With the storm, astonishing thunder.

Cold rain pelts, subsides.  One by one
across the pond pines step out of the mist.