Smooth Waters

The reservoir is silky smooth, offering a wide vista of islands, water, mountains and clouds. Its usual waterline is erased by still-high waters...leaving islands in the stream. I hear the mournful lowing of loons, but they hide from view. They say, "Look at the water...look at the clouds, but please don't look at me." Like a spurned lover, I prowl the banks...hoping to spy one. Sliding away into the reeds, I see a lone loon. He disappears but his cry echoes over the lagoon....or is it a laugh...