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

10^th June 2008