What is this
But a split in the earth.
A ditch.
A millrace stilled.
A catchment for water, fallen limbs and leaves.

Here are the hidden spaces of nature’s divination.
A cauldron of dark harmonies.
Descending roots and rising connections.

Beneath these trees, absent of artifice,
Is a shifting mosaic of silver and shadow,
Reflections shimmering in the rain.

Here is nature’s default mode network.
A mirror spun from the depths unseen.
Decay, chaos, complexity.

A cradle of life.

— May 2025 —
Canandaigua, New York