Reflection

In the shallow cove
along the sedge,
a turtle crouches on the sandy bottom
peering up.

Still and fearless,
she can wait for a
very
long
time,

holding her breath
against the promise
of the sun.


In the shallow cove
along the sedge,
I crouch within the hard shell
of my canoe,
peering down

between the flickering shards
of the sun.


Waiting
for the dark and silent thing
to move along,

I fear one of us will drown.