Dockside at Cassidy Lake
The rhythmic lapping of the waves
against the wooden pier creates lazy dance
music for dragonflies hovering on the edge of
Monet lily pads on still water next to the shoreline.
Solid granite monolithic stones line the shore forming
a stage
for stately deciduous and Birch trees, dramatically making the
change to Fall colours and announcing the impending coming
of the cold and snow.
The thunder of the distant freight train disturbs the calm,
breaks the
tranquility of the moment as it lumbers east dragging its
cumbersome load
to distant cities.
Softly walking on the rough wet planks of the dock toward
the array of
Muskoka chairs
from where, with my strong coffee, I sit and savour
the mist dissipating
slowly and reluctantly over Cassidy Lake.
A flock of geese, flying low and honking loudly
flies directly overhead,
mocking my serenity,
while on a course for the marshy end of the lake.
About thirty yards straight out from the dock a fish flashes briefly
breaking the smooth surface water creating an infinite
ripple effect radiating outward in all directions, like this was the
birth of the universe.
By evening, from this exact same spot, I would see in perfect clarity,
the waning crescent moon,
in the southern sky, as the stars begin their nightly visitation.
