Cajoling the Ogre

L. Ward Abel

Water is a terrible

mirror, it lies

in a silent way.

The pond

fished by those

who came before me


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.