Heaven Under Our Feet

I take 

 an ax 

and pail  

 in search 

of water—

 solid to 

the depth— 

  cut through 

a foot of snow—

 and ice—

a window 

 under foot—

 down into 

the quiet 

  parlor 

of fishes—

  its bright 

sanded floor—

 a perennial 

waveless 

   serenity 

in the amber 

  twilight sky—

 heaven under 

our feet.