Landscape, day 13

Landscape.

Sunshafts broke cover to spotlight

water, silvery as an old coin

framed in my car window. I’d seen it,

let the fragment slip, loose change,

worth far more than the rainbow’s end

now I come to reflect.

It needed a stop, a look beyond the mist,

to hear the engine crack, not running

towards the dreamtime future

or back where I’d come from.

These were distractions.

Hunger, dissatisfactions.

Now the pool’s long gone, I’d driven on

a somnambulist, unaware of loss.