Written in response to prompt at the lovely site, Red Wolf Poems
Sparkling refraction, also known as
Above. Can be said of waterlilies
green vibrations, patterned water,
arched surface of heaven
swaying over bewildered fish,
fish still trying to take all this in—
blackened boats sank here
planks softened, rounded by water
enormous dark pearls full of
opal bones holding dead sailor dreams.
Fish scatter and gather, drink in much that puzzles—
horses and buckets, God and handwriting,
Secrets. Kindness. Verse. Much they ignore, consider it
ravings of the dying. What need could there be
for a bucket, or a creature unlikely as a horse?
Long shadows of waterlilies are kin to handwriting
leaves of grass green in neat rows is verse,
which means secret, which is soft.
Kindness, the oldest teach, is the name for
what we move through all our lives
this shining lullaby, what the sailors meant by God.