A gentle dragging cools the veins.
Flexed feet carving the glassy surface;
Eddying grainy dunes rise and fall beneath toes.
Play of light on dazzling water.
No beach here-
The wide river bed channels clear waters
Skimmed over by cobalt damsel flies,
Reflected charcoal crow-wings flash past,
Gone before upward glances seek them.
Downward, always the water-uttered breathing.
© Tom Tide 2016