Cyan

cyan is the pond releasing its mist to seek the morning sun

the reeds are stretching their tails as they escape the maples’ shadow

potentials hover on the path

the robins chasing breakfast

a frog issuing his mating call

twigs left by frisky dogs

and boys bring their rods

even though cyanobacteria is poisoning the fish

and the forest groans from an inner thirst

but it’s still a sanctuary

for we who chat about schools and housing

who clean up after each other’s pets

who run so that we breathe

our sacraments connected

Andy Oram
September 4, 2023