Contemplation 2

Carried on the wind, discovering the

Liquid space above the solid river.

Reticence ricochets from stand to stand

Of trees lined up on either side of tenderness.

Spinning, turning their vernal veins around

To send down turning wording and sounding

Perpetually churning the sweep of

River and the weft of sound,

Fused, confused all interlaced with echo

Formulations deafening or teasing

The ear, chivvying the water’s flow.

Lifting the ripples near silently or

Only kissing the whisper

Skipping oars fly across the flecked substrate

Beating out a subtle silver paradiddle

That glides across the hollow depths and turns

Screeching on the wind’s keen edge.