FOUNTAIN
by David Radavich
Where you come from
I’ll never know–somewhere deep,
somewhere never still.
I see in you a reflection
of the moon, slimming and growing
like a calm wind I have chosen
to spend my days with
under the sun, sparkling against
your planes that juxtapose.
How can one help but be
entertained, mesmerized by gushings
which fall on themselves
rumbling at our toes,
then rise, mysterious, toward
shadows that glint?
I have visited this life
so long I’m a resident: I bring food
for the pigeons who gather.
Everyone bathes here, even
dogs and leashes stretching out,
babies, the teenagers who never care.
This much I know:
Before your arc I can sit
and watch forever.
Published in Long River Run II (2006).