NOURISHMENT

NOURISHMENT

The only thing is glass –

between me and the force
of 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.