Between you and me there’s a pond.
The usual muck, but more of it.
The occasional lilypad, outlined by scum.
The scum, and the darkness, opacifying the pacific.
The pacific, obscuring our muck, mud, mess.
I cannot see
A fingertip’s length below the surface.
I cannot move
I cannot remember
Was there a flood?
When did it happen?
Why did it happen?
I am too afraid to ask.
© Kate Eunah Lee, 5/30/2018