Three multi-paned, faceted windows release
sunlight; or is it moonglow?
Eclipsed figures on a gondola
shadow the water lavish blue.

The day we rent a small boat,
time stretches before us
like Norris Lake’s lush reach.
So many tributaries. Some end
in shady coves, others lap for miles,
branch into their own flows.

We didn’t keep track.
Were given no map.
We just kept going.
Midday we turned back,
but which was the way we came?

Night fell,
only a kerosene lamp
to pry impenetrable dark.

* Inspired by Bianca Artope’s print with the same title