Scum

Scummy waters slow lap an ill-defined edge. Broken Spider-tangles drift like torn wedding veils. The surface of the pond is thick with rot bracken, slime soaked weeds, the yellowing seep of decay smears the turgid water. Yet now a ray of sun stabs through the detritus. I watch as a circle blooms within the crud light dancing beneath. Clear water smiles upward! The heart of the pond is still beating bright. I holler 'Amen' to the sky and don't ask why.