When in Winter
in the pool
of reflection
i saw so many
things
there were parts
forgotten
and parts apart
from forgotten
in a frozen block
in centuries such
as this
where the sun
is a shadow
but under a grove
of turning trees
the water runs
continuously
and life teems
beneath
its eternal spring
where the wild
come to drink
i feel the strands
of willows
in the wind
and watch the sun rise
and set
across the water
deep
much too far to reach
where the fish and muck have
floated up
and no deer dares to drink
the stars look down
and see it all
for truth is truth
and most truths
are too much to bear
like death
depending on
one’s nature
either you see
the entirety
or pick and choose
which part
to play
pretending you haven’t
the time
such requires
when that’s all anyone
has
is time
as those who haven’t
any
would say
TL