Poetry Day - The Pond
Here's another poem by Bruce Smith.

The Pond
Nothing in that placid world
spoke of that turbulent embrace
when the falling stone fell, splashed
and sank without trace
into its receiving depths.
It was as though
it had never happened.
Yet I'd seen it fall,
felt the spray and watched
the ripples play with ferns
at the water's edge,
it was no dream.
So beneath content
the truth's still there;
wombed in water
it's lying there still
denying denial
all the while waiting
some hint from above -
some fathom-felt movement
of remembered love.
-Bruce Smith
More than One World
Photo by Edward Steichen, The Pond-Moonlight (1904), from here.