THE VISION.
Boisterous sheets
of morning-fresh tumbling water
thrown from high rocks
in rainbowing torrents discharged
droplets of splintered light
into pooled cauldron
where implosion quelled thunder
to conquer all turmoil.
Breaking surface
with frothy rumpus on limpid-still
filtered calm where
plated water left sunless murk
swam the vision,
rustling tall stalks of iris, head
proudly erect and body
passively gliding.
Paws silently paced,
dipped, then of a sudden began
random spree of wide-eyed free diving,
in performance of wildness at one
with nature and slipping
occasional glances my way while
displaying quick tail flips
showing how fearless is otter elation.
He soon distanced
to a mere dot on a liquid-line journey
but never forgotten
was his fine fur-coated insistence
on watery play before leaving me
speechless with awe.
The day I spotted an otter in his home
element what favoured
pleasure I got from those few moments.