The dragonfly hitches up
     mica wings, one
twitch, settles back to
     watch and wait while

trout subtle as water
     vanish in overhanging
branches to rise again
     as vortex, silt-flick

surface rip, wavelets
     rasping rocks,
replying as glass to glass
     glass through glass,

bending light to make
     a world of whispers
I hear as silence
     counter to itself

in everything that
     almost gets away.