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.
