This lake is my mistress, my muse
I know her moods like a lover’s:
Somedays she is open, her stillness cradling me upon her breast.
Other days she is a tempest, her waves fierce and repelling.
Very few dare to breach her shoreline.
Such is her ferocity
She is mine every day
I love her best when she pummels me with her
And slaps my face and camera with her spray
Taunting me with her violent beauty
Indomitable and Free.