The Golden Swimmer

A Sonnet From the Water's Surface

On the Water

Here is the golden diver skimming, bold
Upon the water’s surface, feet outspread
Almost as wide as wingtips, and her head
Dips down to taste the water’s nectar, cold
And smooth and still and dark and deep. Her hold
Just dints its placid surface with her tread
Yet scarce reflects her there; its glass instead
Waits silent whether foot or wing unrolled