Light-hemmed waves

glide against the glistening shore of the lake

Summer cicadas cry

A fat dog rolls in the grass

his eyes wild with joy and oneness with his owner

who pauses to absorb the radiating bliss

The sound of the waves are the ticking of a clock unheard

Terror of death sleeps behind every shape

Each glorious day is buried under the one before

There's no one

in heaven

All's right with the world