First Thoughts about God after Spying
a Speckled Trout Eat a Green Drake
A cloud floats in a pool that turns like a slow clock,
helping these insects slide from birthing shucks. *Duns roil the surface, twitch and flutter,
a newborn or paralytic who believes
he can rise and walk again, if only the wind
would command him. *Halos drift around red and blue spots
that star the sides of trout, flares
in rushing water like tongues
of flame. *Heron loves the river cast in green, erratic light
broken over the sycamore’s body
that translates these watery scriptures
into parables of branch-shadow. *A fish wrings its tail, flings itself
toward the molting sky, mouth open
to a psalm of snared flies. *More than half the world is covered by water,
yet most of us are afraid of drowning.
For Ron Rash
Copyright © 2018 by Todd Davis
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Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission
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