… the dream journey beginning
in the moment;
pause in the daily muckrake;
step into air
under autumnal nobori,
towering sunflowers;
catch bronze girl on her bicycle
frozen fast, forever freewheeling
while you walk with me …
I’m only a rookie but walk with me
where spiraling insect
buzzes the cha-cha-cha,
ta-DAH of poetry.
Art reminds us we are all still rookies,
anglers all, knee deep in time’s stream. Fish on, oh
fish on; casting, wading, awaiting the
tug of the heart, the rod’s sudden bow.
You, the fish: continuum
cast dancing on an arc of wind
in a world fractured by surfaces where
line disappears
into dream and
we wake
returning …
Michael Waterson
