The meeting of water and water is about silence. We let silence sway on its stem in our mouths, cold daylight a silver wire drawn through the air. What sounds there are hold their shapes. Five ducks lift and skim their images. The blur-blur of their wings wakes into distance. The moment comes and dissolves. The moment comes and dissolves. At the edge of things a pulse of small waves. The floating dock grieves against its moorings.