ORNAMENTAL POND

Posted by in Poems on Aug 11, 2013

The fish are luminous,

lit from within, breaking

the surface of the water

with hard lips, mouthing

 

silently at the meniscus:

Om, Om, Om.

I listen from my ignorance

of other worlds

 

to children playing.

I hear that some

have their bright epiphanies.

The fish disperse, gliding

 

beneath the lily leaves:

the water darkens to a mirror,

and there, that other watches me

from the quiet world.