|Puddles Painting by Fred Eckman (prints available here)|
Puddles and Fishes
When the rain falls,
Faster than the Earth can absorb it.
Puddles collect in all the low places
And record the impact of raindrops
When the winds lift and blow
Raindrops make circles in circles, overlapping
At the boundary between the pool and the air
As the storm casts itself hard against the ground.
When the storm goes,
Everywhere left behind along the roads.
In all those low spots – little pools lie
Serene and still, clear and cold
When the sun reappears
The puddles shimmer cheerfully
And when I look into them, I half expect
To find little fishes swimming there.
© 2014 by Tom King