After Throwing Away

After the pebble is tossed sidearm 

onto the patient round lake, yes, 

after the swift release as slowly 

a wafer of schist settles into that bottom 

of silt, of green weeds decaying forgotten, 

and after these rings these molecules

of water radiate from center towards shore, 

and after this stillness replaces 

all struggle, then two fawns shyly

blossom from bracken onto moist sand,

tip-toeing and shining and sipping 

from what is refreshing and is holding 

everything fast after what’s been promised 

to last in so many words dries up, dissolves 

inside memory alone and like a stone 

far-flung finally into depths of before, 

is lost.