Here, there is only the sun and the water. The stream slows for a moment, a non-noticeable millisecond, to feel the sun warm it, blaze through it. I know it hesitates because I do too. Birds and bugs buzz around the water lily pond making their joy known. A bee dances and smiles as he noses into a flower center, wiggles his body.
Grasses stick out of the stream as it runs into the pond.
Thick leafy grasses, not streamers, but trees that never were. The water rushes past them, pushing by. Even as a united front, they cannot stop the motion of the earth or the water rolling around her like a loose bracelet, small but of the purest metal. We are in the middle of the mountains, the middle of the desert. I sit here each day and watch you get thinner and lighter.