Tuesday, 20 December 2011

Swinging flies on the Clackamas

To the Unseeable Animal
I have come upon pools
in streams, places overgrown
with the wood's shadow,
where I knew you had rested,
watching the little fish
hang still in the flow;
as I approached they seemed
particles of your clear mind
disappearing among the rocks.
                         Wendell Berry 

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