Panes of Rain
As a child, one day, through a window screen,
I saw that I saw the world as a mosaic.
Today, through a screen wet with rain
I see I see a crane fishing in shallow water.
Stark white against deep green,
the straightened neck one square wide.
I feel I feel the curve of the surface
of the tiles, the colors in each
rich with variation and subtlety
more than I can see.
All is layered.
Glaze on clay, clay on cement, cement on board:
all thoughts as screen between me and