In calm weather my surface, a bright foil sheet,
reflects the oak and birch on my banks.
Some days I ripple with wind.
My waves sparkle-- a sequined Cher.
Cows kiss me with rough tongues.
Under their dark-eyed gaze, I shiver.
Dragonflies hover, hesitant lovers.
Beetles skim and tickle.
Ducks and turtles pierce my skin.
Fish and frogs hide in my depths.
Leaves and mud ground me.
Spring. The farmhouse dog paddles through my abundance.
A school girl collects a jar of me. Under the microscope
she sees water bears and pond fairies.
Winter. Children skate my frozen chemistry.
Fall. I dry up like an aged woman,
my innermost skin cracked and cratered.
Summer. An elderly gentleman drowns under my cold blanket.
A little pond on a little farm,in my dreams I am the sea.
S. Pope 5/2014