Leviathan, rising

Leviathan, rising

The pond, a dark fathomless pool,
pulls the house into its wild
fishy frontier, furrowing the garden,
uprooting cabbage and rhubarb,
spilling knickknacks out canted
windows. Even Grandma's old
dresser plunges into the depths,
pulse of former generations, drowned
with mud, newts, and the skeletons
of fish—a fossil for future times.