Sprawling lily pads kiss
gold tipped sawgrass shoots
from spongy moss floating
beds of duckweed
sprinkled along the shore
brown sticks and a log
corral myriad specks of green
sleep dusted creatures
and magazine colors
make up and paint the pond.
An abstraction whose nature
quiets a blazing sun,
coaxing colors to rest
everything coming to sleep,
on a flawless reflection,
a sheet of perfection,
a daydream unfurling
stones from my hand
add ripples to prove
the world is not a painting.