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.