At That Moment

Flies congregate in the space
Beneath the rafters of the gazebo
Built with his hands,
Paying homage to the 
Plants that grow so luxuriant
There in the dappled 
Sunlight.
A cracked terracotta pot
Grows a beard of daisy roots.
Water dribbles down 
The side of the ledge 
Of a brick step mottled 
With malachite moss.
A bird sips from the puddle.