After the storm
the deafening wind
and her cleansing rain
When we come up for air
through the shadows again
and into the shiny streets
We shall remember the deepening lake
its walking shores
its guarding depths
its threshing surface
And its take on the unbreakable sky
In the pools and the puddles collecting
Time under our feet
Standing only a moment
to carry away
the bending light
Reflecting only to remind
That in the cities we see
but a window's image
naught of a mirror's kind
The winnowing of ghosts
on the morrows
The perfecting of Nature's design
In a book a library
In a lake a sea
In a seed a tree
In a turning storm a galaxy
In a star an angel
testing the water
Before a beginning
After an end
A finding of love gone swimming
A founding of the Covenhenge
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