In Circles of Hypnosis

The lake creases like lovers' sheets,
whose eddies of slumber shape new geographies.
A million fingerprints of secret beings
surface, sweep under, in circles of hypnosis.

The sun labors its glare; the sky exhales,
waves flow shore-bound in a slow waltz.
She is a songstress in a silver-sequined dress,
a city aglow with lights at dusk.
Over ripples, sparks skip, and swing
into oblivion.

An unsought music is magnified:
the breeze licking the leaves,
a motorboat whizzing by,
a robin perched on a barbecue
flaring his song-proud breast
to the June sun.

--Poem by Jessica Nash