White-faced nymph


A gentle surprise in the garden.
If you can call it a garden.
A surprise
in the overgrown courtyard
down the side of the house.
Gentle.
Half-noticed white shine.
I have always loved the lotus.
The flower.
The way it needs water
like a white-faced nymph.
And if you squint it will
dance among the pads -
making tiny ripples as it does.

They don't stay very long -
a week if you're lucky.
Closing up at night -
there is always wonder
whether it will open again in the morning light.
Gentle petal friend -
I will miss you when you're gone.
I will look for you in the overgrown garden
and remember the way you danced.