Still.

Steichen, The Pond -- Moonrise, 1904

Dusk over the lake,

clouds floating

heat lightning

a nightmare behind branches;

from the swamp

the odor of cedar and fern,

the long circular

wail of the loon --

the plump bird aches for fish

for night to come down

Then it becomes so dark

and still

that I shatter the moon with an oar.

Jim Harrison