I perch on a metal bench, a few steps from Lake Ontario
Sitting beside this giant beast engorged with spring rain,
Heaving, breathing, the lake strains to overflow
Teasing with the creep of oncoming waves, constant
Delicate flowers turn slowly on the low far shore
All well out of sync but generating power nevertheless
Sailboats glide as rocks resist repeated slaps of water
And seagulls screech out to quacking ducks in flight
An outboard motor screams by, a jarring note in the bliss
Another reminder of the wake we leave
Beloved Lake Ontario, full of promise and danger
A source of energy to anyone open to your power.
About this Poem
Michèle LaRose is a visual artist who has come to poetry only recently. From a military family, this is the third time she has lived in Kingston: once when she was seven, again for university and finally to help out aging parents. She now calls it home with her husband (who writes the Max Dexter mystery series, which are available at KFPL). Visit her website at www.michelelarose.ca.