Mind in the Waters

Some of us would rather spend our lives underwater. The welcome arms of nature allows us to become part of something that is greater than ourselves.

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Bluegill School
Photo by Lawrence Wade

 

Eye to Eye with a Northern Pike
Photo by Lawrence Wade

 

Poetry by Cynthia Eyden

Sacred
Liminal 
Layers
I take in the surface of the stream –
    weeds and lily pads rising above
    ducks and fishing bobbers skim
    clouds, trees and sun reflect

Black Crappie
Angel of the waters
Photo by Lawrence Wade

 

Lying on the water, masked and snorkeled
     aquatic realms and rooms divided by the plants and rocks that were inferred at the surface
     Crappies and sunnies, muskies and carp, northern and bass find me curious or frightful
I grasp a branch or a rock to stay as still as the fish do without struggle

    To watch in awe and delight, and then follow through ribbons of plants.

Mixed school of bluegill and bass.
Photo by Jane Ball

To the shadowed spaces beneath a thick mat of algae.
     The bigger fish seek this out, sitting at the edge of light and dark
     They move into and out of this mystery with ease, appearing and receding 
     It is their domain to know and for me to ponder what riches reside there.

Northern Pike
Beautifully Camouflaged
Photo by Lawrence Wade

 

The silty water of mid summer allows clear awareness of only the closest myopic view.    
     A few fish glide into this layer of clarity
     More are softened and less and less defined as the distance grows
     Reminding me of my own limited consciousness.

Carp School
Finding Beauty in an invasive Species
Photo by Lawrence Wade

 

Rupturing the surface I return to the air and earth. 
    With its familiar breath and vision
     I drip with evidence of the liminal sacred layers beneath
     My heart and mind open, grateful, elated by this venture across boundaries of awareness.
Poetry by Cynthia Eyden

Carp
Water Color
Cynthia Eyden

The bowfin or dogfish is snake-like. It is a primitive fish that was around during the time of the dinosaurs.
Photo by Jeff Saslow

Poetry by Jeff Saslow

Under surface of air, trees and grass
Underwater, creek water
My insides open up to a fluid world
That has a different pulse
My frenetic stiff awkwardness slaps the weeds, rocks and tadpoles
Until I settle, watch and wait
Using my flippers to gently move
I then drift in and out of currents
As my land thoughts recede I am lulled by the undulating movement of water, plants and creatures.

Bluegill
Photo by Jeff Saslow

 

It is not until later that I am aware that my heart is open
My body has become electric
I am two feet away from a bluegill
She is staring at me for a long while
Her gills are moving water in and out
Mesmerized, my sides gently ache
As we breathe together

Jeff Saslow

Blueglll
Photo by Jane Ball

 

Minnow schools were everywhere.
Photo by Jane Ball

 

 

Have you ever had a walleye swim right up to you and look you in the eye? It changes you.
Photo by Lawrence Wade

Restless Poetry by Jeff Saslow

Restless
I hear the loon call out
On the humid summer evening
Restless
I miss crowds of people
While the fish school under water
Restless
The performance has stopped
Or viewed at a distance from parked cars

The big bass swam right past me and the light danced off its back.
Photo by Lawrence Wade

Paranoia has stepped in where
Covid has left off
No one gets away free
Even though we posture the charade of control
It is today, tomorrow or next week or . . ?
We don’t know

Restless
The news announcer’s mouth
Bites through our security blanket

Restless
When November comes
Will the blanket keep us warm?
How about in January?

The rock bass is in the sunfish family. It can be identified by its reddish eye.
Photo by Lawrence Wade

Restless
The mother duck with her little ones
Moves close to the sandy shore
I kayak and swim
Fish gather
And the loon cries through the night 
Poetry by Jeff Saslow

Muskie
Photo by Lawrence Wade

We saw this fish several times during the summer. It had sores on its mouth from being “caught and released”. Its left gill flap was torn off. The fish was roughly 4 feet in length. A lion in the water – A top predator.

The muskie slowly swam away.
Photo by Lawrence Wade

Reader and contributor, Paul Gagner shared: “When we lived on Gray’s Bay (Lake Minnetonka),  12 years ago, there was a “friendly” muskie that I could feed and pet it’s head! It also had a scar on the top of it’s back. It may have been attacked by another fish or hit by a small prop.”
Paul also added, “Did you know that the grooves that emanate outward along the snout is a sight line for lining up prey?  Amazing creatures, eh?” (click on photo to enlarge.)

“friendly”Muskie.
Photo Paul Gagner

 

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