the light enduring
It hardly bears saying
that my life is dreamed.
What else could it be,
the puddling of moments that
flash like fish under sparkling
water, on their way somewhere
unfathomed or fleeing the threat
that sentience spawns, moments
like blue-sky autumn reflections
in a receptive lake, clearer mirrored
than when first encountered,
dissolving and brimming, sloshing with
the shudder of what’s below.
It’s the way the light strikes
to reveal a version of what’s there and
what’s not there now, a fleeting spatter,
only the light enduring, speculating,
© MMWms 2020
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Featured image: Cape Cod pond, October 2018 (manipulated with deep art effects)
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