Like echoes of a sound, beyond our hearing
~ Heather Allen
In a wide and quiet hollow
Where the river slows,
Dark in the shadow of the trees
And amber with the light of stones,
The water turns upon itself, and shifts
Transparent panes above an unknown depth.
Trees overhang
their images, that seem to rest
Upon the dark leaves on the bottom,
Where twigs and spotted shadows
Turn to fish, and drift
Into the center of the pool to feed —
Their circles widening
Then disappearing,
Like echoes of a sound
Beyond our hearing.
One Seeker's Story 