Second Rendez-vous
(The Message)
There
glance the water
dance the sky
and show me.
Catch the eye of me
and make me see
the meeting place
so far in four dimensions
from the first space.
An expert white cross,
whirling
marks the moving point
and I now see where
you and they all fly,
one and three.
Above and below -
the rolling mirror
hides the real reflection.
And they show me just
enough
as they bow through the surface
with a gentleness so lost
from the missing eyes.
And gannet, message
relayed
passes onward, leaving us –
one and three.
Andrew Williams