The Reflecting Pool
By Charles Pierre
An invisible insect breaks the sheen
of a tree-rimmed pool, as widening rings
move out from the center to awaken
the April images reflected there:
the yellow and green of leaves, the purple
and white of flowers, rippling in circles
through streaks of sun, undulating as one
across the water, from the single touch
of an insect, whose quiet influence
extends to every inch of wooded shore.
SONNY STITT “At Last.”