A Glimmer

Stillness sinks to the pool’s deep,

Hangs like amber, poised to weep.

Wind furls its wings on the leaf’s tip,

Cicada holds its tongue, unbroken.

A slice of light, slanting low,

Rests on the water – or perhaps

On a silence, thick with words unsaid.

It trembles –

Rain held back? A mist not fled?

Or the breath caught deep inside,

The held gasp, too long denied?

It snags the sky-light, sudden, bright,

Refracting edges never known,

Ripples strange, freshly shown.

Down in the murk, a surprise:

Gold flakes dancing, whispers rise.

This glimmering insight, sharp and clear,

Light as a wing-tap on a snare,

Heavy as a star sinks in a well.

What does it mirror? Can you tell?

The water? Hush? The waiting air?

Or maybe Time itself laid bare –

One clear crack cleaves the moment there,

A glimpse into what’s next… elsewhere?