If a Mirror 1

If a Mirror, One

If I but believed,
in Givens and Gifts,
and nurturing of Mother Earth –
instead of knowing,
as I do and am;

then I might seek out a quiet pool,
sheltered some by fern
and praying cedar boughs
to find a reflection or life’s passion
in birthing clouds or starry mirth;

but, instead I see the silent pebbles,
dropped like wishful coins,
and breathe a sigh of ripples
that distorts the calling – singing,
and I must now reflect
in the dew drops
always
waiting
near.