Sun beams drew me to the river’s edge,
Pulled me knee deep in a mound of sedge.
Light’s encompassing aura of gold,
Took a grip on me with a bold hold.
Looking down to see what was above,
The sky and river fit glove to glove.
Perfect dark reflected , perfect light.
Even small details like birds in flight.
Details showed of passing twisting cloud,
Blue and down by heaven’s dome enshroud.
Tall strong branches weaving towards the sky,
Mirror a rug ,of light no one can pry.
Look down and pray to see what is above.
At your feet, a branch with a resting dove.
Ana M King