A restless energy
prowls through my being

pacing, nudging
looking for answers.

Old behaviours
that pacified unease before

now only add
to restlessness.

Winds of change
disturb pond

the surface ripples
and distorts reflection.

Light is absorbed
not reflected.

Under the rippling surface
energy gathers

twin to restless energy
pacing on shore.

Static air has hairs on end
in this tense, waiting energy.

2 thoughts on “Pond

  1. Melissa Shaw-Smith says:

    Great poem! I can really relate to this.

  2. Meghan says:

    Dare I say this is one very charged poem? Great energy and its restless moods are well reflected here. Nicely done, Mary!

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