Pond as Scrying Bowl
Water gathers all things to its quiet face:
twisted grasses russet in death
clouded sky that ponders rain
white egret stilting slow
through the shallows
sinuous neck outstretched.
Her gold eye peers through the portal
sees her luminous spirit
stepping careful between shadow trees
hunting refracted fish
hunger the same hollow
across all worlds.
Then she lifts:
a doubled bird flying twice.
One bird rises
black legs drip and ripple waterglass
quiver the other bird’s wings
as she flies beyond foretelling.
Poem by Laurel Anderson
Photo by Dick Anderson