The Simplicity of Waters.

Torcello, Summer 2004

In the pig's snout
rooting among the cabbages
living waters flow.
Roots push deep
to seek the stalks
and gravel paths.
Scree breaks up
the rain into seeds
that nourish the sluices
of light that melt
shadows. The lady in
the blue dress by
the canal nets gamberetti
for her cat. The wolf
lagoon is on the prowl
for heron and horn-
eared owl to give them
an eternal pond or
tamarisk tree for revelation.
See, its head turns 'round
To spy the predator and the
Bird's leg holds up the
Weight of navies.
I walk down a path
where honeysuckle and poppy
cascade through a fence
toward the waters
that breathe in all the
cities of man, upside-down
and beating upon the surface
of a sky incoherent in its silence.