Crystal clear water
washes over the weir,
bubbles and froths
in the dark
green pool at our feet.

A kingfisher darts,
an iridescent flash
in the depths,
shimmering in
a balletic haze.

We dangles lines
in the slow swirling eddies
at the pool’s edge;
sun on our backs,
smiles on our faces,
hope in our hearts
of a world for the taking,
childhood  dreams.


Who’s going to tell us…