Among Water Lights

Islands of lighter and darker waves
Promenade around the glacial lake,
Looking at times like ice floes, at times

Like abstracts drawn from satellites maps
Of clouds forming archipelagos.
So we go. Neglect is the finest,

Kindest thing can happen to the world,
Any out-of-the-way part of it.
If these patterns were to be ignored

Another million years more, what harm
Would come to then beyond the changes
Creating but then dissolving them?