Murky Waters

for Dawn

Perhaps twenty five years ago, Dawn and I stood knee deep in the murky waters of a new pond. Childless at the time, we rabbited on in looping conversation as swimmers splashed before us, the chatter and laughter of a pot luck pick nick at our backs.
Though we could not see our feet, the almost cold water was so refreshing.
Children ran in and out, diving and shouting, a toddler followed the big kids in, just walking until he disappeared beneath the surface, and was gone. Dawn's hands lightninged into the water where nothing could be seen and came up with the boy, saved, and handed to his mother whos face registered the near loss.
The waters were murky, Dawn's sight was clear, her action immediate and true.

Leslie Fuller