Because water is not perfectly transparent, almost all sunlight is absorbed in the surface layer. . .
from the high sill in Villa Goiosa
reverse stone creaks of thunder
seem to grind and wipe
then fade pulled back
to form smooth pleats
of sound drawn in
absorbed
a lo-fi sign of signal loss
and yet beneath
this vertical downpour
Nature sits perfectly still
Her proxy glistens
that's how I know
I've missed my cue
perhaps it's poised
out there where ripples fan
and spread mid-water
once purged
the weather forms
a doubt awareness scheme
rain retreats
light pans out
enters lower down
the grey scale slides
disclosing tucks of headland
until at last
the coast makes sense
revealed woods rise vertically strewn
as if dabbed on
at best unrolled
we crouch beside the rim
the lake itself skimmed smooth again
only determined hysterical watercraft
leave white ribbon rips
briefly taped to a shifting gash
in darkness