I remember you

I remember you

Norman MacCaig

The boat sits stuck in light, the water
Lies heavy as honey; and which
Is stiller, the supple air or the gray
Boulder lichened on the beach?

Here, one would think, is a whole legend,
Not to be added to, caught and held
In the still hallucination of summer
That honey's to blue the breathless wood.

But through the pine tops slants a mallard
Down to its gushing arrowhead;
It makes a whole mountain tremble;
It waves the arras of green shade.