I waddle in
hip waders
in the sun
in the water
clear
bright
sun
on the sandy bottom
vivid
fresh, alive, startling
liquid light
darts everywhere
tagging minnows
Stretching dark cable from heavy overhanging limb
to brace post against pull of boat
to keep the boat off the dock
whenever a ship passes
sucking all away
tossing all back in a rush
A swallow swoops overhead in a long parabolic swing
I wonder why I worry about anything.
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Nice: particularly the last line. 😉
It was an unexpectedly sunny day (the forecast was for thunderstorms), and the whole thing was idyllic.
The funny thing is, I started writing this because I had just discovered how to do those indentations (a particularly tricky limitation in HTML); and while I was experimenting with the indentations, I discovered I had written “fluid”, a perfectly postable poem.
Now today, I look out the window to a grim gray wet day. But who knows?—we may end up going down there again after all.