When we go back to Glacier I think we’ll have to camp, because I would love to see those lakes and mountains under a full moon. This snippet came through from Pome recently and I imagine it would be like this.
We have come to the edge:
the lake gives off its hush;
in the outer night there is a barred owl
calling, like a moth
against the ear, from the far shore
which is invisible.
The lake, vast and dimensionless,
doubles everything, the stars,
the boulders, itself, even the darkness
that you can walk so long in
it becomes light.
Margaret Atwood (1984)