BENEATH THE SURFACE

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At first glance, the pond is glass~  
a stolen mirror, holding sky.  
No wind, no ripple, no trespass  
of sound. Only the patient eye  
of water, deep and undisturbed.  

Then—a pebble,  
small, but sharp  
breaks the skin sending circles  
spiraling outward in frantic motion,   
each one a question asked too loudly.  

Next a leaf falls~
brown and brittle
gliding quietly across
the pond’s surface, murmuring.
The pond swallows it whole.  

Later, a storm:  
rain needles stitch chaos  
into the skin of the water,  
a thousand interruptions,  
a thousand tiny wounds.  

But below~  
where light bends and surrenders,  
where the cold is a constant companion~  
nothing moves.  
The dark is still and stoic.  
The deep does not answer.  

And when the storm tires,  
when the pebble sinks,  
when the leaf dissolves into silt~  
the pond remembers how to hold the sky  
without trembling.

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