A grey dust now covered the small swimming hole

Where we had spent some of our happiest years

The dust had clogged the undergrowth which looked heavy and tired

And floated aimlessly on the surface of the pool filtering its dull reflection

I had known for some time that this part of my life was finished

But as I sat on the jetty dangling my feet in the thick water

I thought I saw a kingfisher in all its majesty gazing into the silver sky