. . . to go back in the water! If you look closely, these calm waters in the reflecting pond house some scary alien creatures! (You may have to squint. 🙂 )
I love water, but reflections in water is a fascination.
slivers of light, blossoming blue-green and lavender
in rippling paths,
a wet veil of wonder, and I wander
in this place
in awe of what is seen–ever aware of the greater unseen.
Can I still stare at the miracles even if I don’t understand?
Can I still sigh glory even when I know reflection covers hidden darkness?
In this moment, I breathe many yeses,
and in this moment, it is enough.
A reflection, broken, ever changing: We live here bound to the deep, layers upon layers,
sometimes muted, sometimes shimmering,
so real, so seemingly solid.
But reflection will not bear the weight.
Its wonder is what it mirrors—the real, the solid, the lasting.