sun glint drift
By Anne Elvey
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