quiet water

quiet water

under
the shimmering lace
the blooming transparency and

mesmerizing flow
a tail shadow flies over
illuminated sand and gravel

dissolving in momentary
feathery whorls of
shadow cast one on

one to break as
the surface rolls and pushes,
divides and plunges into

darker quiet water

and in it
its ability to tell lies
and to reveal truth

finds comfort honestly
evades us easily
even though we traffic in

the best of human guile
they elude us
in the reflective glare

we are mere imitations
water ghosts locked up in
windowless rooms of our own reflection
bound to strong currents


Keep a tight line,

Steve Therrien