Floodwood Pond
Before a shattered world
can begin to heal
it might first float here
amid moss and minnows
in the shimmering mist
of an approaching dawn.
We have only this body
and only one earth
made from flesh and blood
of porous mountains
where a doubtful heart
may soak in warm
uncertainty.
You could stay awhile
with breath and gravity
your only guides
a primal sound
pooling and rising
from somewhere deep
within your belly.
And if you pray to stars
then here is the infinite
dance of light
upon a shrine
of rippling water.
by Danny Dover
