Morning Over the Lake

The best thing about vision
Is the changing of the light.
Study the whitecaps a while.

This lake is rarely windy.
Pick up the binoculars
To appreciate the shift

Of reflection in these waves,
The central, purple circle
Like an emperor’s tossed cloak,

The surrounding emerald
And turquoise, grays, and hazels.
Really? Why comparisons?

Alright, you’re right. The cosmos
Is nothing much but likeness.
So tell us how to explain.

Better to say those colors
Are like these deep lake colors,
Turning under windy day.