On the Water

 

So small a boat

atop so wide a water,

seeing myself reflected two-dimensional

over so vast a depth,

and afraid.

So vast the depth,

so flimsy the timbers,

so frail the hand drawing a ripple,

so transient the ripple,

so insignificant.

Unfamiliar that face

below the hand

dumbly observing

the passing moment; 

I let my finger's ripple break it.

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