Water Wanderers

The black swift water bugs
	scattered and fled across
The magic bending mirror
	which lies between 
Mud and sky.

There they go again,
	Bold random runners,
Always in perfect practice,
	racing with the blowing leaf
And leaving behind
	no single track 
To mark their silent swift passing.

I threw a rock
	into their midst
To test their skill
	in surviving an induced
Momentary disaster
 But they return again
To the very place 
  where a curling muddy swirl
Commerates the final resting place
of my rock.

I stood back
  and gave a silent salute
To all of the tiny brave ones
	who wander watery universes.