Water is a terrible
mirror, it lies
in a silent way.
The pond
fished by those
who came before me
stirs.
I'm carried off by
ripples that make me grotesque
And it's
not as if I can mold the lake
like so much clay,
hold it, convince it otherwise.
Yeah, that's a stretch,
I'll influence
the waters; change the mind
of something larger than I.
Than me.