The light eddies, the aquatics stir, the edge dwellers scurry.
A splash turns heads; was it a fish? It was a fish.
A gang of mud bubbles race towards the lily pads;they pop quietly at the surface, releasing myriad secrets.
But the bullfrog, he never heard them, nor cared to listen anyway.
A tired wind falls back, stretching across the reeds:Always better to blow good and well in the morning;
always better when the cold can’t stop you.
By day’s productive end, no cattails fell in love;the sexy sway of rushes falling short of enticement.
Though no lust between vegetation, on a bug level—look out!
A mossy-hand mirage hovers over the landscape,touching the switch for night & day. A crepuscular
bell sounds, and activity fills the sanctuary.
All’s well and in place—
A gentle push, it’s dim.Pushed harder, and twilight descends.
Down further, the moon lights the water.
Down all the way, good night.
From the book Kairos (print version only)