The Pool Poem by Michael Cayley

Only reflections move
in the still pool. Trees' mirrored trunks
stand guard against the light.
I bring too many thoughts, too many
fears to the silent water.
As I bend down, my face is chequered
with leaves' shadow.
If I could shed pretence,
break through these mere images
which come between me and the stillness....
- Striving crushes peace. There is nothing
but to let the trees' dark reflections
weigh on the water and dwindle
minute by slow minute till the sun climbs
above imperfection and the pool
bursts with light.