At Pond’s Edge

By P.C. Scheponik

The pond was empty today.
No flock of Canadian geese 
floating gracefully across the waters
like feathered Spanish galleons.
No bronze hulls of snapping turtles
breaking the surface like emerging submarines.
No dragonflies with Tiffany glass wings
darting among the cattails and phragmites.
Just the reflection of the sky mirrored in
the stilled waters of the pond.
I sat upon a large rock at the pond’s edge
and watched a world reflected,
water revealing reality like a dream.
My heart, a small boat. My mind, a sea of longing

P.C. Scheponik is a lifelong poet who lives by the sea with his wife, Shirley, and their shizon, Bella. His writing celebrates nature, the human condition, and the metaphysical mysteries of life. He has published six collections of poems. His work has also appeared in numerous literary journals. He is a 2019 Pushcart Prize nominee.