Of Wind and Water

The past rumbles beneath the watery surface . . .
a gutteral repose . . .
and then – in a flash – the present leaps out –
thrusts high – catches wind – and in its pause, touches – for a moment –
the future.

Poem accompanying "Ráfaga - Unleashed" sculpture by Veronica and Edwin Dam de Nogales (2004)

I took an afternoon walk along the bayfront. A light southerly wind blew in my face carrying with it water's sweet scent. Some might turn up their noses and say "It smells of fish," but a watery breeze smells sweet to me.