Light pool

to step into a pool of light in the green current of a forest to wade there as if sun's welling were the cool shallows of sea taking summer up your legs to feel leaves nudge your ankles like curious fish and bend low scooping earth in your hands letting it fall back to earth as if the dry washes were the very sea itself risen with wings to come down- pluming in white thunder the dust a ghost-foam which spreads and spreads wave-like over the rolling arrow- planted soils once sea