Diamonds

1.
There it is again.

The water drums
Against shore rocks
Grinding minnows
Into diamonds
For morning.

2.
But night soil,
Moon plow,
Searchlight,
Coin on waves dark
As tilled fields.

3.

In the morning
I swim, wholeheartedly,
Into the rainy earth
And find worms,
Of soft, glistening
Diamond.

ph – June 2017, Algonquin Park

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