Trigger Warning
Pond water is clear
this year. A wavery
view reveals a bottom
skewered with dead
cattail towers
festooned by mossy
pennants that move
idly on unseen currents.
I can almost see turtles
and fish in light’s
fickle waves. My shadow
looms its judgment
from doom filled heights.
I refocus, nearer
to where I stand,
and recognize the face
that stares back at me.
Confused eyes quiver
at a world so clear
it can reveal eternity
that hovers above me.