Torch Lake Ii - of Wind and Creatures

Through our patio window Pinned With hundreds of Mayfly fins Ruffling to the sunrise I watch an ant On our Torch Lake deck Carry a detached translucent wing Hoisted atop its back Cleaning the lake’s frenzied hatch One by one From a moonlit dandelion Blown to seed Across the docks to shore The night before It would be Like me This morning Lifting to one shoulder A whole surrendered sailboat Unfurled While marching down McLaughlin Road Waving to stunned cars as they slow to pass by The sparkling lake shrinking behind me Freed and restored From a morning hoard of frenzied sailors Who dared tailor the wind and waves To the sinking suns of dotted buoys Randomly scattered for the regatta races.