Day-break sharpens my world.
How clear the bottom of the pond
until the swirl of a koi’s tail stirs
a tide of mud, which on settling, leaves
glass marbles to bubble the water.
One koi etched in pewter the other an ember glow,
both are translucent as venetian blown glass.
Fractured by sunlight they circle
through a confetti of duckweed
dark gulping cave mouths, scissoring the surface.
Purple elephant ear leaves, Japanese ribbed parasols
turned upwards . . . king of their domain.
Who knows what the copse of magenta stems are hiding?
The swamp lily hides nothing as it bends its bract
of flowers in Narcissus pose over the water.
Twenty white spiders with cerise stamens dipped in gold.
I sit through this Jurassic time watching
the slow way of a flat coiled water-snail
crossing the skin of a water-lily pad.
I did not know that later a speckled duck
would emerge from that copse of stems
and claim the pond with endless quacking.
This pond life is a world of its own
and I only the part-time caretaker.