Psychotherapist
He stands at the edge of the lagoon
The interplay of wind, water and light
He alone could effect a change
Elsewhere
The tear catches a little of the setting sun
thinking how the shadows of two passing gulls
look like underwater crows.
determine how the ripple patterns unfold,
and a small white feather,
the only reminder of their flight,
is a victim of this elemental game -
its final destination easily foretold
with a well-aimed stone,
or by wading in with his new grey shoes
the woman speaks at length of disparate sorrows,
a theory of the universe hanging from every word.
And as a bird seeks worms on this cold afternoon,
a tear trickles slowly from her veiled blue eyes
to rest on a high point of her cheek
and before he realises what is happening
he finds himself wading into another lagoon.
Derek Lee