POND
Wheeled myself this morning
To the waterside, flawlessly mirroring
Bright white, blue coloured early sky...
Daisies strewn around like smithereens
Hip hopping bird, questioningly
Asking for crumbs I have not, why
Not bring that one small gift of love
For this one small friend?
Humming wordless sound
Watching whirligig beetle
Turn and twist, walk like that one son
On water, or diving under, oblivious
To my admiring eyes, if only for
One second, or one hour to
Walk the surface like a bouncer
Swim and dive, breathe in deeply.
© Darren White
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