Mag 98

                                                                             River, Marina Moevs, 2005

All was very still for a moment, as I knelt
on the exposed shelf of ledge tying a lace.
All the eyes and ears combine their strength
to blend with taste and smell.
They dip and flow out over the water
spreading wings upon wings, to find
light she grows in height and weight;
the cold underneath is in retreat-Spring is on its way.