profondità

mattina, il fiume, intensa profondità

l'incanto delle bolle che cercano la via

"One warm afternoon in a school, he set a class to write

the seventeen syllables of a haiku, and noticed one boy

still chewing his pencil, unable to begin. He said he was

'no good at writing'. Oliver asked him what he liked,

and he said 'swimming'. Then he wrote this:

water calm and clear
I dive in, disturbing it.
bubbles rise and break
"

(Roger Deakin, Waterlog)