I Saw The Sun Descend Poem by Adam Tod Leverton

I saw the sun descend
the painted bird wither
and I wept.

I saw a black snake
and a white snake
wrestle or make love
in a round pond
and I was amazed.

I heard the rain drops
beat like the throb of the earth drum
and you took me in
and made me a little less cold.

And in that make shift shelter of bones
and bark I came upon myself
as if in a cracked mirror.
I was still so far from home-
like a drowning fish.