Perched above the surface, the kingfisher watches water.
His sharp spear beak awaits the moment to catch water.
Two men spray a marsh, balancing bacteria
with invasive morays to salvage water.
Through shells of oysters and clams, a man’s hands
seek pearls of wisdom, the solution snatched out of water.
Fisherman’s poles extend as they wander, seeking
from myriad mirages the tadpoles batched in water.
At sunset, the grasslands become sky, fade into space.
Mirrored below, they become surface, match water.