Twisting time into strength,
snowy egrets linger— slow
dinner rises from the mire.
Tall as tules, one sister—
hair falling down— silver, gold,
down her waist. The short one
slices off clumps of stems
two stalks at each center—
heart. Retreating, vessel full—
reeds, pungent, with bay mud
gliding deep into the rust of
afternoon. Twining their souls.
You have found another world.