Contact.
Boisterous sheets
of morning-fresh tumbling water
thrown from the rock top
in a torrent of rainbowing
discharge splintered droplets of light
into deep pool
where implosion quelled high fever
and turmoil ended in quiet peace.
Breaking surface
with frothy rumpus on limpid-still
calm of sun-filtered haven
flat-plated water suddenly
split as from reedy banks of murk
swam The Vision
rustling through stalks of wet iris
head high and cautiously gliding.
Silent his smooth
liquid path broke in random spree
of free-diving display dips
while slipping quick glances
my way and breathless with awe
I felt contact
with wild nature as I settled to wait
for more moments of Otter elation.
He soon distanced
to a mere dot on the mirrored wet
tho\' my sight tried to follow
his insistence on fur-coated
watery play right to a finalé of fun
under cascade
and his Otter venture into cataract plot
showed pleasure\'s action I never forgot.