Our canoe moves quietly along the shore.
Sensing our approach
from a bare branched tree
and then another
always just ahead.
Something is seen and just as quickly
breaking the water’s surface
disappearing into another world.
Quickly reemerging with a fish
it flies from the surface as if water and air are one
stopping to rest on a branch.
For a moment, paddling closer, we are ignored.
as if destined to always be just ahead
off it flies
to another bare branched tree.