With naked eyes. Touch 
wake 
wake again.

Hills and their reflections 
in uncanny winter's calm:

the silhouettes of hills hold still in shallows 
where now & again a heron flaps up 
in a streamlined shape

or there passes a vee of wild ducks 
wingtipping the water.

solo birds, liquid & reedy,

the water moving very gently its reflections sideways 
shirrs & slips into rippling lines

the flank of a hillside 
wavers and breaks

and a million droplets of sky dance & settle again 
into mercury.

harmonics, harmonies, 
dynamics, melodies

Dead calm.
Splash.
A grey heron rises

In the silence, 
in the bareness,

Its wings beat out over the water.