Promises.

DARK WATER

In the midnight Arctic Seas,

stained tropical rivers at dawn,

the Gulf Stream at noon,

where thin shafts of light

chisel down into blue black;

a small creek in the evening shade

beneath willows and sycamores;

in northern rivers,

where salmon lie

in deep veridian hollows.

It is always the dark water

which promises the most.

Russell Chatham