My face not quite clear in the ripple

Splashed into eyes sting shock

Sudden cold

Relief and refresh

A second only to wipe clean yesterday’s grit

Temptation to dip another toe

Mangy marsh fit only for the marvels in untouched habitat

Protected by human hands

Formed among painted signs

Boundaries begging to cross

My teeth emerge in a still

Gleaming in time

Slow motion

Wings overhead

Trees dancing perfectly cloned

In the ripple of the quiet clear.