watersong

there it goes in great gushes
sloshing
all over the forested surface
channels and creases
and blankets, sheets,
sparkles of fire, wet glint, the spray
all strange forms
all born from the same ocean
folding and foaming
arousing a small glittering vision
a static pulsing,
bent light leans in
on the creature, the first clambering form
the moment of panic
gutteral noise, bloom, blossom, blown
the curtain dropping
and lifting
revealing the
complex meandering of
some animal, silhouetted and momentary
like blinking
or swallowing water