Shimmering water falls
down mountain flanks
lit in setting sun gold –
bounding, bountiful, born –
bearing what will be.
Waters to take me away,
deliver me to realms
I can wait for but not know.

A bird lands on the fountain
drinks from its flowing font.
How did she land just there?
She is gone, flown
into lost and lone realms
of what I once knew.

Where shall I land
that I might drink fresh water,
swim in a pool near a beneficent brim –
pierced by silver, lit in gold?

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Portland, Oregon – July 21, 2021