Today my fishes are swimming indeed.
Water is everywhere. Ice and flow, wind
brown, earth water cascading, cutting the
earth and carrying it into the flow.
Four inches of rain and counting, the
sheer weight of it breaking up the pond
at last and the wind flinging bits of ice
ruched up onto the remaining slabs
like decoration on a party dress.
Rain sheets horizontal have been fleeing
West Southwest since last night driven by a
Northeast wind and the earth from the hill
carries down past my front step, a rivulet
nut brown and rocky.
Water surrounding me on all sides.
Dreaming tropical blue and gold.