Words written at the lake in Verulamium Park in St. Albans

Sitting here by the lake
the cool breeze chilling
our ability to remain for long;
in my mind nevertheless
like aspirin in a glass
the recent strains
are dissolving to nothing
within its peaceful atmosphere
(or, perhaps, are becoming
more transparent);
and somewhere the sound
of the word "geese" and
the idea "goose" are
also dissolving as I
hear them bleating
as if for the first time
by this modest lake
harbouring them
without intrusion