Gazing at a pond something catches my eye
a slight looking man
his head bent over
in a peculiar motion, it moved side to side
searching for some sort
yet, not seeming to see much
his expression
was as if a citrus was flicked in his eyes
they seemed to run, but not as harsh as a tap
i tried to look away
to keep his moments private
but i was locked in place
trying to figure out what held me there
it struck me
the truth was reflected in the clear water
it rang through my body and sent an icy chill running up my back
i felt as though my shadow had shown up
inviting me to come and see
….the real me

This poem was written/submitted by vishali patel.