I tread healing water in a thick energetic pool
sheltered upstream, a peaceful sunlit eddy

The water is warm and syrupy with the crisp scent
of lemon balm and mint

Maybe it reveals itself today
or maybe it’s still in the making

The land dips away here in a graceful arc
where form gives way to ground then air and ultimate nought

The horizon fades as it is want to do at the end of the day,
swooning on rarefied air too soon to touchdown

Chagall 2017