Archive for March 2020


Though yesterday was full of you –
Clear water, tadpoles, muddy shoes –
These eyes forget and today is new.
Like a pond I woke fresh and blue.

Like rays upon this forest pond –
Frost melting off green lily leaves,
fog lifting among yellow reeds –
Thaw me through this morning.

A stone tossed, ripples that wane –
children playing at some game?
Like you return to being you –
A pond after rainfall soaks it through.

Stillness remains beneath waves,
waiting patient cycles through.
So just remain and you’ll find:
me being me, and you being you.