in the dried up creek
a small pool of water shimmers
with goldfish
Walking around the neighborhood, I always stop to look down into the old creek beds. Mostly they are dry with nothing much of interest to see other than stones and small rocks or fallen leaves and even old golf balls. But I look anyway. One time I saw a deer alone drinking water after the rain….another time a black and grey tiger-striped cat stepping my way, looking up at me….and there was a dead thing, too, unrecognizable. Yesterday looking down, I took a second look and sure enough there were goldfishes swimming around in a small pool of water. Where did they come from?
