The pond called life staring back at me
I see in its entirety
The depths
The shallows
The flow
The bend
The ripples that skim
The banks at each end
I see the memories reflected emerged
Sunken dreams
Time now lost under waters bed
I see the world from below and the skies over head
If my own reflection was to disappear would I want to change the past or not relive the fear
No!
I would want to live and love despite the capturing image of that moment
day
night
or year!