Conversation around the pond
A hand in the air, casting repeatedly.
Gesturing upward, You know, you know!
Looking for just that right shadow in the creek.
Is that where you’re from?
Yet soon turns to his right, smiles past
someone else’s question asked. Then.
Clears his eyes, looks across the pond.
What I’m afraid of…
As grey hairs listen intently. Neither
of them really looking afraid.
An origami smile floats upon the water
nearby. Here, here, this is a better chair.
Some lips open like lillies into high sun.
Eager bright. Some like stone, yet all glad
for the holdfast anchorage they provide.
You’ve got something hanging down here…
Just what an old bullrush would say!
Cream and sugar? Certainly!
Neil Reid © November 2009