Mud settles at pond’s bottom.
I can see it. Mid-calf deep
a turtle’s hiding place
beneath sunlight patches
that flicker and play
shadow tricks.

Locust tree is the culprit
half-shading, half-sunning
still, clear water,
encircled by summer
lilies, daisies, mossy grasses,
and dark ivy vines.

Here is my soul, green
blue as nature herself
brown as earth, fluid
as water and intangible
like dancing light and
windblown shadows.