The Diviner

The Diviner He gripped the forked branch like reins, yet followed no mule or horse across the field, only faith in this vague understanding guiding him like a partner teaching a dance as he took two steps forward, one step back, sidled and circled, returned where he'd been, ash-wood dipping like fish nibbles but no strike so followed the dowsing stick's scribble, we following too, bowing away like a net each time he turned, giving ground that he divine the presence of water finally found. —Ron Rash WÏ&Àk tSSKt 53 ...