Silt to my knees
barefoot
in an alpine lake
two great fish lie at my side
a fly rod sits by them
on the grass
of the meadow banks
of this lake
the sun dries my clothes
a scent of flowers and grass
fills the air
an insect hum ever-present
the granite cliffs behind me
and the forested banks in front
bring to mind
the sierra lakes I've been to in the past
there is an abundance
of life in the grass.