Monday, March 2, 2009

Gray Film

A gray film floats on top
Resting, awaiting its judgment day.
Its essence gurgles as a light breeze
  thrills it across the water;
It jumps in surprise when a fish
  nips at it from below.
It doesn't know where it came from,
  but it's happy.
In the sun, it almost glimmers
  --almost beautiful
In the shade, it's barely there
  --almost belongs.
Ingrained in the film,
there's a moment
Entranced by the film,
I am there.

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