sun glint drift

a name for what speaks     this day to
water

as creek replies 
mirror

a woman     is not the 
scene

this is private
talk

though     she witnesses a multitude of small
sparkles

unshifting on
flow

a possibility     of cooperation in
reflection 

where currents are both repeated &
new 

the woman disappears into its age     a
visitor

who might be     but is not quite
estranged

without certainty she imagines     the 
elders

who came by light water     for tucker or
song

those who keep it now     in
care

according to 
law

it is not hers     this
place

receiver of stolen goods     the woman 
retreats

creek gives to land     a liquid
testimony