My Lady in the Lake
written by: H. W. Bryce
To Shela Nefertiti Morrison and Max Jacobs
Floating in the lake in Mother Moon’s reflection,
communing with the lonely companion star Max,*
being a part with Gaia below, at one with peace
and tranquility, all noise, distress and distrust
at bay and melting away, inhabiting the
ultimate rest and re-creation, her zen moment,
readying to once again return to the chaos
among the flotsam and jetsam that we call
life, humans locked in the trauma of their times
while that liquid balm twixt shore and forest,
that healing power of the lake water embraces
my lady in the lake, floating, still, in the
mother fluid of life, and my lady drinks
it all in while troubles melt and matter not.
Such an aura divine could never be bought
* Max was my best friend and father-in-law to one of my sons. He had recently died when my friend Shela Nefertiti Morrison took me swimming. Evening overtook us and Nefertiti spotted the pale moon emerging, with a trailing star. “Oh look,” she said. “It’s Max.” It felt sacred.
- My Lady in the Lake - April 22, 2025
- Lonesome - January 17, 2025
