You came in October
In a thousand wings
Nothing particular
Just one in the many

Fishing and flying
From lake to lake
Eating your fill
Delighting the seer

As time went by
The numbers declined
The lakes fished over
‘Til 12 left on a log

In the evening, taking turns
Each landed to rest
Gliding and clumsy
In imaginal grace

Until just one
Stands in the shallow
As I from the bank
Share the silence

Day after day
We sit and see
The heart beating
Across the rippled wet

Alas, Now I can’t find you
The many in the one-
Where have you gone…
Where have I gone?

Isn’t that the way
That suchness arrives
Parting the presence
The none so full

tpt  5/18/19