Summer House: Surface and Depth


Surface and Depth

Across the plane
where two worlds meet

light shines,
as if it claimed the right of the real.

Beneath this,
in the depths,
over stones and mud
and sunken drowned leaves

the trout swims
slowly, without hurry.

Your face reflects back
as you bend over the pond.

The trout swims
through you

and in the wake
of a tail and fins

you disappear.

Two worlds meet
in a plane.

Through the reflection
of one
lie the secrets
of the other.

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