Lake in Yellowhead Pass: D. MillarSilence returns with its eternal echo.
Ripples sweep the surface of the lake; Soft mountains Filling their own valleys, Racing on a one-way journey To the guarding shores. Submerged now, the silver denizen, Unaware in its watery world Of the brief, beautiful imbalance It created. Life in movement Now still Now forgotten.
-- from Turning Pages, Seeking Sky: poetry by Friends in Canadian Yearly Meeting (1992).