We stood around the raw new-planted garden
Parables green and yellow in the ground
The old man with his branch paced the diagonal

The rare Negro girl accepted a forked branch
And paced her line.   The corners of an ancient
Dance-figure now we were as we stood watching

Everything was there in the moment there
Random and light in the dance on young grass flaming up
While the old man held his branch and walked toward water

Walked to that moment where the branch dives down
We stood in the moment random funny rare
Everything here and everything contained

In a strong diving a diving of the swan’s strong neck. 
Diving of prayer leaping to find deep under
Reason and rock the cold sweet-driven springs

Everything being here in the moment here
Belief and disbelief the dry light on the grass
And the old man with lit eyes

Calculations of willow, predictions done in peach-branch
Dancing of the young dark over well water
The way we guess where lies the buried life

But not for days after the eyes and dance
Did the deep fountain show.   Do they divine each other?
The man drove true.   the moment was all water

And time the branch drove and the hand of man
It shines awake it glitters on the grass
Now waters divine man we all know what he was