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
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