Lake Mono

The pale azure of the water and the milky blue of the skies
on the open palm of the mountains, frowning blue,
unfolding into the fading lilac of the unattainable horizon,
amidst tall sharp blades of yellowish grass
and the whitest of sands drowning footsteps and memory,
surrounded by the pines with bright slender trunks
humming their praises to the wind.
The snow lions on the bottom, gigantic, omniscient,
are clawing at the roots of the earth, fast asleep,
their dreams slow and unhindered:
they dream of the blue rains and tides
myriads of lives and white mermaids
that brush their manes with their delicate silvery fingers;
their sleepy thoughts are rising to the surface
like white clouds of salt and stone,
suspended between the water and the sky,
mirroring the white wings of the seagulls
and the endless stirring of mosquito larvae
at the edge of the lake…
Eyes are watching the sunset
waiting
for the end of the day
or a beginning of a new world