Loon (on Lake Denise, Soldotna, Alaska)

It’s the call over still water
echoing round the bay
some yearning, undefined

A loon owns this lake
at dusk and at dawn reminding us
of things unresolved.

We row out to find him
smooth grey feathers impervious to rain.
King of the underworld he dives

muted, elusive.
for how long will he haunt us
unseen, unexplained?

He resurfaces, the water rolls off him
like a world one forgets
but we cannot.

He swims head high
his secret kept fettered
under those black and white prison-bar wings.