The water is always still
disturbed only by rain or wind
shattering the glass surface
or in the winter the blow
skimming sideways across
like ghost skaters.
Nothing lives below
the pale gray.
No murkiness denoting life
nor twisting lily pad vines.
No unschooled skittering fish
‘though now and then a paddling
water boatman insect above
fruitlessly seeking algae.
No bulrush cattails along the edge
where dragonflies could rest before
dropping their eggs into the water.
Only once a young bullfrog along the rim
seeking flies far from home.
We take what we need
our thirst never quenched.
We usurp then develop,
damming rivers
felling trees
making room for more of us.
Listen
to the last cavernous hoot of
the Great Horned Owl.
Look.
A great blue’s motionless reflection,
ever hopeful.
Are we?
Selected music: Gustav Mahler, Symphony #5,
Adagietto – Karajan
Carol A. Amato
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