These long days are an invitation to sit by a pond and contemplate nature. In my pond there is a city on legs, and here is a poem on those thoughts.
Rings upon rings
as if a torrent of rain
wants to drown this pond.
—Get close and see.
These ripples, not of rain,
but water skippers!
A city on legs
balanced on the skin of water.
In a game, or maybe a war,
of meet and retreat.
The smaller ones race
for a brief connection,
in a second secrets are shared
new circles inflate, shimmer
and fracture the calm
of a cloudy day
distort the mirror of trees
a vibration of braches
making the summer dance,
this is the hallucinogenic power
of waking on water.
Amelia Díaz Ettinger 