Lake Ripples

A lake surfaces between mammoth bones. The valley once was a bowl for giant daisies. Wind-blown swells feed now the open gills of minnows, they are shuffled around like silver clouds. The fluid dance of the sunlight is rich with the minuscule bones of long risen memories, nowadays they are saltlicks for the deer who pass to graze upon the dreaming waters. Small stones on the shoreline take the form of great forest beasts not seen since the trees were pod bearing and leafless. Once dinosaurs swam in these waters, now they undulate under the mottled trout as the ripples of an ever-ongoing language.