sleek blue bedsheet of the earth,

drawn tight and tucked in at the corners,

all creases brushed out

the pond neatly composes itself,

sighs quietly and answers your command

of exactly what is

nothing more

nothing less.

I hold my breath a moment and listen

waiting to see how the mirror reacts.

Strung together a maze of echoing waves,

a single drop of rain leaps from its tree

and greets my reflective friend.

Now you have shown your true colours,

chained to your obligation, always the responder.

Don’t you have any questions of your own?

is there nothing you wish to see?