Night Fishing on Boulder Mountain

Each star glistens
in the dark

surface of the lake.
As I wade out

into that still water,
the reflections tremble

like votive candles
when a church door opens.

The view above me
and the view below,

coupled by a row of pines,
mirror each other

so closely
I feel a surge of vertigo

and my heartbeat

as I cast my line skyward.