I peed by the side of a track,
watching banks of tall
willowy reeds rippling,
wheaty sheets
on their marshy beds.
Under grey blue sky,
I caught laplets of water
on a tilting marsh pond.
Their lips catching the sparkle
of silver-golden flare as it
seeped through whorls of cloud
falling into a swell of current
eddied along by a quickening wind.
I crouched lower to lessen
the impact of the same wind
blowing droplets against
my black corduroy trouser leg
C. Ryan ©