seen from the terrace above this rectangle of water absorbs the variousness of the late spring skies changing incessantly from folds of uncertain cloud past brief appearances of blue to the sudden closeness of rain
the preciseness of it this rectangular pool set in an oblong garden room on a terrace the middle of three that fall away to the valley’s end where up and through and which a funnel of trees climb to the tops the very heights today severe against a modulating sky
yet in the camera’s eye this horizontal mirror is a painting fit for Le Musée d’Orsay a season’s accident no less in light and growth and colour where the chequered strings of toads’ spawn and darting tiny fish are brush strokes come alive
kneeling on the stone rim as if in prayer afore this reflecting space attentive to what seems between what is this woman holds within her perfect hand the pond photographically framing its image as it moves and stirs across her gentle gaze