I was suddenly back in bristles <br />when I saw the egret floating, <br />a stretched spline thrown down <br /> <br />or just knocked off. The threat <br />was to crack my code, <br />that back and forth convention <br /> <br />of the highway. From that throne <br />of all-leaned-back, the chute <br />was dropping. <br /> <br />Now a huge, drowsy brood <br />of snowies spangles the cove; <br />now the self falls absent from the car. <br /> <br />An unbroken seed-head. <br />Shoots tossed outward. A solar <br />system. To build planets here, <br /> <br />one forms galactically internal legalese. <br />The willows go mass-hysterical, <br />dragging their bodies down. <br /> <br />There is a teeter, and talk somewhere <br />of legal easement, and then a flush <br />of waves. Then it’s time <br /> <br />to stirrup in and lean. <br />I am racing along. I am in the current. <br />I am knee-deep not stirring up the water.<br /><br />C.J. Sage<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-egret-floating/
