Willows trace watery hieroglyphs
as I look through
my reflection
a goldfish swims up brightly
carrying a bubble to the surface
like a thought he found
somewhere on the bottom
I watch him swim
lazily back into the darkness
while clouds coalesce on the surface of my face
they are sliding as the wind
wobbles their reflections even
as it moves the clouds themselves.
Everywhere the world echoes infinite textures.
The continental cloud in the sky separates
into new continents
in my face of water
the domed sky quivers
a Victorian greenhouse in the generations’ old park
quivers to a new eye --
my own, still
center, so long ago born
so newly strange, so alienly
relected.
as I look through
my reflection
a goldfish swims up brightly
carrying a bubble to the surface
like a thought he found
somewhere on the bottom
I watch him swim
lazily back into the darkness
while clouds coalesce on the surface of my face
they are sliding as the wind
wobbles their reflections even
as it moves the clouds themselves.
Everywhere the world echoes infinite textures.
The continental cloud in the sky separates
into new continents
in my face of water
the domed sky quivers
a Victorian greenhouse in the generations’ old park
quivers to a new eye --
my own, still
center, so long ago born
so newly strange, so alienly
relected.
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