It's a poem called "The Light in the Lake."
It's about a man who imagines he drowns
a woman that does him dirt.
"The Light in the Lake."
"The light in the lake begins down there,
around the woman on the bottom, since the first man she threw
off threw her in, wanting to save something of his love
overloaded soul.
In his mind he was rough as a pine branch,
but gentle as its brushing against his house.
That was where she sank, off shore near his summer
imaginings.
Slowly as a diver's bell, squatting and full of air,
though she was still beautiful.
Fingers trailing upward, like hair waving goodbye,
leaving him in the boat with two nests for hands,
and both filled only with regrets.
That morning he saw the mountain,
already giving off its own white light out of blue surroundings.
And when he slowed his saintly escape to loneliness,
that night, a cafe postcard showed a recognizable radiance,
near the familiar place, and reaching out
with the calm forgiveness of a woman's loving face".