& everywhere are treasures to stumble upon. Here in the Strybing Arboretum a water goddess. Whose hand placed? What words were recited? How many times I walked around this pond and didn't notice her. She is overseeing fish & lotus. A Goddess of hospitality to the eyes. I'm thinking of roasting salmon & serving up a delicious salad, masquerading as a poem. Tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow is as tangible as a friend's hand.