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