Ciclo CCCXXIX

The heron stands in the shallows like a question the water has not yet answered; its reflection trembles not because of the current but because the bird itself trembles—waiting, or remembering the depth below. Che cosa aspetta? The reeds bend where the eel passes; the eel does not bend. Grace is in the unanswerable stillness before the strike, before the flight, before the page receives the moment and calls it knowledge. The candle gutters.