Monday, March 2, 2009
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
In the shade, it's barely there
Ingrained in the film,
there's a moment
Entranced by the film,
I am there.