River gave me
the same results yesterday
yet I inquire of it again,
knees bent,
leaning over the bank,
see myself stir
between shining reeds
and tiny drops of sun,
like an echo of sight,
I am shown myself,
features shaky,
but holding against current,
here in the sparkle,
then here some more,
a little less,
then emerging again –
and is that a fish?
it crosses my mouth…
a piscine smile.
