I am a pond
Situated over a layered bed
I evaporated
Under the deafening sun
My waters became logged with algae
Lily pads and life
Hopping and mucky
I can feel my waters retaking the bath
Suffusion, inevitable, was dramatic this summer
Coolness, clouds, a preparation
My anticipation of solidity
The icing on three seasons of cake
Soon the ducks will huddle near my spring
Swimming smaller laps
As I become comprehensible, clear
Supporting snow, muskrats
It's easier to share when I can see my bottom
When the temperature falls
The cicadas decompose
And leaving falls, waiting to start over
Roman Ryan 