reflecting

the water does not need
to move

to move me

it is enough
to gaze on it

sky-reflected

un-rippled

un-wavered

I see the trees

twice

the ducks that pass
are friendly strangers

wary of me
but hopeful

as I
am hopeful

they move on
and
I am moved

I too
move on

~

Poem #448 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.