Three Images

Three Images

The water laps at her feet
The grain is blown by the wind
forming waves.

The waves travel out in rings
touching everything
in the ring of dusk
that races round the world.

The water laps at her feet
and fish seek the dark
hiding their light
from the Moon.

The Moon turns once
is gone
an echo.

The water laps at her feet
and she takes the first step
into the clarity of water.

The water parts
she enters the water
the rain begins to fall.

The earth parts
she enters the earth
takes a step of centuries
and the Moon
never turns away.

The rain falls,
the waves race,
dusk again and dark.

The Moon turns once more
and the water
laps at her feet.