fragments(all in one and nothing.)

I smell the rain, rolling off of her feather.
the splash of my hand on the waters
interrupted her concentration,
a mouse runs to safety, underground.
hide, little one, hide…
I may make it too…

dark
bottom
whispers
soft
delirium
over
my toes,
while
her eyes
hold
mine
above
the waters.

I’m almost there, at the shores.

she will fly away with the mouse in her claws,
…laughing,
when I will start my swim back.

©3/24/2012 by Nina K Orlovskaya