A still day.

A ponds waters. Mirrored.

Leaning to the edge.

Conditions affording self to see their own self.

Gazing back. Frozen. Still. A mime of sorts.

It is often upon this closer inspection that truth floats haphazardly to the top.

What lies beneath, is revealed.

However.

Upon closer inspection. Choices must be made.

Stir the water. Drowned what begs to be revealed.

Sit with truth. Allow breath to fill what unveiled.

Upon closer inspection.