Archive for May, 2006

In the sunwarmed shallows,
fish make their nests;
their bodies, living brooms,
clear away the muck,
scour out shallow bowls,
sweep clean
the pebbled pond-floor.
Within these watery cradles
they lay their bounty;
then, tirelessly, for days,
keep vigil over hatching young;
spear-like, shoot forward
to rout their enemies,
the hungry.
Their dark, sentry shapes
hover for hours,
seem lifeless at times,
but there’s a shimmer
to their scales, a glistening
in the sleepless watch of their eyes.
When their work is done,
they glide away, spent,
beneath unfolding yellow lilies.
Elizabeth Morris 2001

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