By a Pond
Upon some fallen cloud a cloud’s reflection
Is standing for a cloud. I’m standing by
Entrancedly (so goes a recollection).
Of what we know, there’s only one for knowing:
The sky in ricochet is still the sky,
It always has the latest weather showing—
Though moments prior, a sunny shower had proved
The other side of seeing once removed
(As if it needed any demonstration)
When sense suspected it was being mocked
In pond at once sun-spangled, shower-pocked,
And wavered in the face of transformation.