The Pond

So what now

And for quite a long time

So what now

I was listening to music

being held up by the air

and then thinking farther out

where there might have been an end

to the place where forms share

And still I could not change or send

not even a ripple

that would not eventually flare

And I grew tired and simple

from taking life out of the world

and its mysterious unrepeated

loss

until my own face

scattered out into the trees

and lifted out up into the mountain

And then I turned

as if there was somewhere I had to go

and walked away from the reflection.