NOURISHMENT
The only thing is glass –
between me and the forceof water, crashing
against the boulders.
Picking up beetles:
Insect larvae, molluscs;whilst dropping off
nourishment in minerals.
The male dipper sits
on his rock-café –watchful and waiting
to wade the tapestry.
In this small slit of time;
my thirst is quenched my senses caressed,
every pearl soothed.
I’m in my element
in the silent fall,and my spirits rise;
as the dipper dives.
The café owner opens
the window to the noise;
silence falling into
the water-fall,
Crashing the lazy bay-
window of thought.
