Lake Anza in September

Light whooshes across the pond
a wave of tiny fish
reorienting beneath the surface
where circles grow, intersect and vanish

Light shimmers
on the undersides of branches

Students on their day off
dive from the rocks
conversing deeply between land and water
far from the screaming toddlers on the beach

Once I saw a golden trout here
in the stream
today the bridge trembles
as my dog pants in the heat

I taste a sour blackberry
and swim