My river view is like a mirage
in the cultural desert of suburbia
suspended floating, I blinker out
the neat lawn below my window
trimmed edges the suburban compulsion
to hem nature in, massacre trees.
I ignore the plastic moulded boats
with garish colours
and focus on the rippling flow
of ever changing hues, sky
and trees reflected, an endless play
of shifting shapes
a dance of light on the water’s way.