The Pond

In the deepest, darkest, furthest, inner circles of myself

Is a pond, serene and tranquil, quiet place for no one else

As my steps direct me to it, to its water, to its light

I feel the pond strays away gently, swiftly from my sight

As I walk, so does it

Every inch, every bit

If the pond is within myself

As I walk, so does it

Every inch, every bit

It’s me avoiding, no one else

Searches mean there is a lost, quite as hunts mean there is a hunted

When I'm one and the other, by my own spell I am enchanted

But by being like the simple pond, simply peacefully there

In the vastness of the world, the pond becomes the only where