There is one place on the shore of Mother Superior
that the Lake People still frequent in peace.
there is no black sludge that invades
the rolling waves that hit basalt.
The Lake People maintain their garden
combing through tangles of lichens.
With crisp water, they gently spray the tiny creatures
growing red, orange, green and grey on the rocks.
If you are careful, when you peer over the edge,
as long as you take care to not step on their garden,
and do not fall in,
you may see the Lake People.
Their swirling foamy locks will draw you in,
skin rippling shades of blue and grey,
eyes of sparkling agate.
But their limbs are sharp and stony.
But you must not fall in,
or step on their garden.
The Lake People will claim you and keep you
in the icy depths, slamming against stone.
Tread carefully on their garden
the precious communities found nowhere else.
If you care for it
you may be able to return.