Yeats’s Pond   When he sat by the pond, He noticed how unhurried it all was And at what slow pace time passed, And felt drawn into that.   If truth be told He was drawn in before he noticed, Since he himself Had slowed   This was in the fountain’s gift. Some rings in the meniscus appeared When Water Beetles flicked up to surface. Fish he’d thought eaten by birds   Emerged for a moment From their brick alleyways Beneath the Waterlily pots And surprised him. Mosquitoes hovered at ping pitch and   A sawn oak log going…