A flow of bronze, her fluid hair streaming from the well-head of her thoughts of water, fishes gliding on the waves she dreams into being rippling out to swim around her open heart. Below, the spreading dolphin-tail of her head is echoed like an image swelling in a liquid mirror as she sits, eyes shut, one leg folded behind the other, her litheness broadening to the delta where the ebb tides of her elemental life fall in ripples down to skirt her knees: the fountain's flume reflected in its pool. In her cradling hands a lunar glow, her pivot in the cosmic ebb and flow.