Brief Respite From The Rain

find this poem at Nature in the Now a blog by Tiny Seed Literary Journal

She believes she is herself, which isn’t complete madness, it’s belief…

a surface of water in an uninhabited world…

you wouldn’t think of her form by thinking about water…

--Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge

sidewalk portals still ponding after the rain

shards reflect trunk & limbs slight dawn of

sky peeks of pinks & blue nimbus spring

scent of warm wood steeps in still air

this morning my antithesis falls

into the pooled mirror a better universe

straddled between seasons the spectre of

a looking glass I gaze in & remember I am

water in a younger world I could disappear in concentric ripples