My toes in the water
So still
They cast no ripple
Even as the milfoil sways
Gently tickling my skin
So still
They cast no ripple
Even as the milfoil sways
Gently tickling my skin
My shadow on the pond
Consumed by the canopy of trees
Ringed by the light blue sky
The reflections smooth and steady
Upon a surface of euclidian perfection