So interlaced are puffy white clouds, a sky of blue
And purple hills, that a restless Bay can still mirror the scene:
A tacit invite to reflect on what I might imagine next

On leggy stilts small birds are pecking at breathing holes
Though undeterred by the wavy water’s refracting light
They gladly reap the generous bounty the tides bequeath

And I stand transfixed by a simple message almost lost:
That I can pierce a refracted image for other minds
To think past what I can depict and see what nature inspires.

AJD/5-2-2018