pantoum 2

I glided gold across a cloud of gloom

and skated silver on an icy pond

imagining the fish below entombed

like pictures in a dream, making no sound.

I skated silver on an icy pond

of memories, the life I knew before.

Like pictures in a dream, making no sound,

they dodged my reach, vanished into the air.

To memories, the life I knew before,

I do not cling, but rather float above.

They dodged my reach, vanished into the air

‘Til my hands were empty, ready to hold love.

I do not cling, but rather float above,

Imagining the fish below entombed.

‘Til my hands were empty, ready to hold love,

I glided gold across a cloud of gloom.