The color of sunlit tropical water,

Quietly waiting as limestone forms.

In the hard-edged clear of glacial ice,

On a cloudy day.

The liquid bubble of water and algae,

In the stream behind my house.

Drifting in deep water,

Waiting to be seen.

Not least,

The bright splintered shards,

Of the glass I dropped on the tiles.


And the single,


Drop of rain,

Falling from a clearing sky.