Water eddies an object.
Duck becomes deer
becomes volcanic rock.
Here in this ditch,
a chunk of
the West Mesa.
Things I don’t know when
I’ll see again
flash before me:
meadow,
overlook,
aspen grove.
They meet
what I’ve just seen:
dragonfly,
rabbit,
roadrunner,
hummingbird.
Where?
What day?
How long?