CONTACT.

 

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.