Halfway across
this low-lying bridge
I paused,
and soaked-in this still and sleepy habitat.
Transfixed by the aging trees planted firmly
in this marshy pond
something compels me to look deeper.
I will not be distracted by the sparkles of sun-light
that dot the surface like a crown of jewels,
nor will I rest in contemplation
tempted by these little gems of reflection.
But look deeper still…
Beneath this floating garden,
where water-lilies and leaves design a pretty speckled carpet of green.
These eyes are searching for something more
under the canopy of latticework
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that poses as the floor of the forest.
Peering through the depths of the clear water,
I’m seeing the mirrored-image of trees,
with clouds and butterflies drifting along…
Simultaneously,
In the water
on the water
and of the water,
an echo of insight that traverses the blue of the sky…
and the closer I get
the further I fly—
until…
I find myself
expanding within…

Deborah Ann Walsh ©2016