They walk on the stones,
those heavy, shade-throwing animals
with a beat of heat and cool.
The stones bear both
their closeness and their tall apartness,
their noise, their breakage of sky.
Flying is simple
like a wish to be heard,
but out of reach for them.
They rehearse it in dream;
on the panes of air and distance.
Then they return to the lumbering daylight,
the difficult weight of their nature.
They drop like colors into the current,
Dissolving, changing the shade of everything.
The fall is a blue dye in the water,
luminous, one window floating in another.
Patricia Nelson is a former attorney who has worked with the “Activist” group of poets in the San Francisco Bay Area. This is a Neo-Modernist group. Her most recent book, Out of the Underworld, is just out from Poetic Matrix Press.