Wind Watching

The wind, snakes of air,
Feathering the surface of the water,
Concealing a busy world below.
Keeping the denizens dark, and safe,
Camouflaged by a rippling motif,
Of liquid and light.

Riding into reeds,
Green shivers of expectation,
Rustling in the running ripples,
To vanish in green gloom,
Time is of no consequence,
Wind watching from the shore.