Evening By The River Pool

It’s evening and the sun sets

And makes its palette on the river pool

Where water settles to rest

And brook trout idle

In the green fronds

where frogs reside-

And a lonely fowl drifts

Breaking the glassy surface

With its crested breach

Its dark head lowered

As though in prayer or pilgrimage

A pensive pilgrim

A lonely loon

drifting towards the sun’s reflection-

It finds its place and vanishes

Just a moment on the threshold

Before emerging in the middle

Back lit and luminous

Transcended

Like a shadow transformed to light

A luminous loon

Which guides the pool to rest