Four years

THE PAST
for kim johnson

The reflection on the water is still

unmoving

unfeeling

How it holds the past

cupped in lined hands

dripping with memory

Words float on leaves

sink

disappear,

Words you said

I said 

we said

Become simply the past

fading on this lake

with its floating leaves, branches, petals

As sunlight

brightens

the darkness of early morning.