Lake Superior

There was a silence
in the crashing waves
in the swaying trees,
in the wind tearing at my jacket.

I sat in the rocks
with my belly full of berries,
watching seagulls in the cliffs
watching rainbows in the spray.

There was a stillness
in all this movement,
in this screaming beauty,
which quieted my mind.

I didn't think these thoughts
or curse this perfection with names,
or write a poem
or say a prayer.

There was the sun on my face,
and this was superior
to any description, idea,
belief or faith.

Steve Gillman has been playing with poetry for thirty years. He and his wife Ana created the game "Deal-A-Poem," which can be accessed for free at: http://www.dealapoem.com