Island on a Northern Lake

I try to tell people that healing came on our trip to a remote island in Canada, but I don't expect them to understand.  Who really comprehends another's interior life? 

One morning, on a quiet bench at the scenic point of the island, I tried to capture it.

Island on a Northern Lake
July, 2012

The granite stone
mossed green and messed
with fragrant pine
invites the step of the pilgrimer
who comes in search of nature's time
slower, more divine

Sky is everywhere
above with billowed cloud
and caught in mirrored lake
and for the sake of
tired souls
extends its healing grace
its wild, full embrace

The poet finds her words again
among the timber tall
and crying gull
then lays her pen aside
to join the children's chilly dive
breathlessly alive

The silent slip of sleek kayak
dripping oar on glassy lake
leaves behind the clenching world
rippling out
in gentle wake

And, then, the moon full bright
rising over stand of pines and stony cliff
Signalling shift toward gathering night
and northern dreams
and inner light