Discovery of the Golden Water Nymph

Accustomed to chasing only the frogs, you turn to spy the Golden Water Nymph (that is I) as she darts in wild circles chasing her self among the tuna and mackerel between lilies and kelp. The nymph knows the shadows cast by those who pass and considers the water her own looking-glass. Her beauty imprisons within and without though you have not noticed her heart filled with doubt. At last, you spring forward with a determined jump-fly and catch her attention with your hunter's best-try. Her movement stutters, hand flutters, she sinks and she mutters. As you stand still, lips sealed, hands feel-- was she real? the golden dust begins to rust. Written September 25th, 2001 © on Oct 02 2001 11:24 AM PST   0 • 8