The loch knows its boundaries
sure of forms from
Ice Age days when vast
depressions filled
with water
cool and clearNo man is an island but what of
woman like loch?
Sure of her boundaries,
knowing her depths.

Pines circle water’s edge
reflect their own features
on windless days
like fathers, mothers,
sisters, brothers
sons, daughters
generations repeated, genes returned.

The loch knows its deeper stretches
where danger lurks;
warmer, shallow pools where
laughter, leisure, labor
can be heard
and monthly the moon returns.

The loch hosts dark islands
many try to penetrate but
turned back, they’re
kept from the secrets.

The loch hosts small creatures swimming;
fish along reeds;
buzzing dragonfly, wintering geese;
plays generous host for rebirthing;
asks little in return.
Unconditional love of a parent.

The elements pound.
Light breaks,
night falls,
the loch stands.

The loch kens its boondaries,
sure o forms frae
ice age days gin muckle
dunts filled,
wi watter
caller an clear.

Nae man an island they say,
bit whit o wumman like loch?
Settlt o her boondaries,
kennin her depths.

Pine circles watter’s edge
thraws back thir ain swaps
on winless days,
like faithers, mithers,
sisters, brithers,
sons, dochters
generations repeatit, genes returnit.

The loch kens its deeper strechts
whaur dreid lurks or
warmer, shilpit pools whaur
lauchter, leisure, labour
can be heard.

The loch his derk islands
that monie try tae win bit
they’re turnt back,
kept fae the secrets.

The loch hosts wee craiturs,
swimmin fish alang reeds,
buzzin draginflea, winterin geese.
Plays mither fir birthin,
speirs naethin in return.
Unconditional lou o a parent.

Nae questions speirit
the elements poond.
Licht braks,
nicht faws,
loch stauns.