At Blackwater Pond

At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have
settled after a night of rain.
I dip my cupped hands.

I drink a long time. It tastes
like stone, leaves, fire.

It falls cold
into my body, waking the bones.

I hear them
deep inside me, whispering
oh what is that beautiful thing
that just happened?

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