September 22, 2025Poem
I am a reflection
time
I am a reflection
In a clear lake
Transparent
A ripple of vapour
As solid as the air
However shallow
The draft
There is no right time
To be insubstantial
I am holed below
The water line
Sound the alarm
Ring a bell
Falling is like drowning
The space
Between
Is all and nothing
You can
Pass right through
I am become less
With every tortured minute
Of shallow breathing
Wrap me in your arms
Hold me close
There is no right
Or wrong time
There is only
The lack of you