By the pond’s edge
an acorn falls
rippling my reflection
but we are meeting
for the first time
I say aloud
who was that stranger
I say to nobody
my reflection returns
with something more
than I had before
an awareness of impermanence
awe of greater force
in a little acorn
that can make me
disappear and appear again.
6 responses to “Old Friend”
My reflection returns
with something more
than I had before
It is looking at a mirror with endless possibilities. These lines itself can become a writing prompt.
Thanks for the effort1
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Thank you Reena, your comments are a bit of sun, or maybe moonlight, as the moon is lighting up my office just now.
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Great 👍
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Old friend … by Artie & Stu
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It was about 5:30 a.m., my computer clock is off.
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