World in a Pond
Trying to do
more right than wrong,
climbing the
livelong day,
at times the most
surprising
allies arrive to stand beside you.
Raw volunteers
shaking sleep from their eyes,
ready to lend
queer shoulders to the wheel.
Today, that
magical rock crevice we called
The Pond
when it filled
after several days’ rain
and morning found
a frog, or two of them,
calling it home.
Plopping and diving
and floating up
goggle-eyed to check us out.
We brought them
minnow companions, scooped
with a little
dipper net from the bay, snails
and crayfish,
sunk in clumps of cosy moss and
grass weighted
with stones so bright-veined
under the clear
water.
World in a pond
all our wonder and attention,
absorbing us
so
utterly we’d no
regret when another day’s passion
snatched us
away, too suddenly to watch
Pond’s slow
diminishment or wonder how its
citizens always
found their way back to the
river.