(For Ernest L. Beyer, my Grandfather)

T’ai Chi on still-warm rocks
at dusk.  I move through the Crane series
in early evening breeze.

Kingfisher, carry these
spirit-songs and prayers
upstream.

My grandfather first pointed you out
to me when we were children.
Then he too flew back upstream.

Runnels of purple water
move on silent rocks
at sunset.