The water is clear

As calm as death

Pure reflection looks back at the world, virgin, untouched..

I touch it, and the surface springs to life,

Ripples flow out, running away from the chaos,

Is it just me, or is the perfection in those forms destroying the moment ??

Why did I reach out, when it lay so silently ??

I watch and let it die, have almost turned away but I see those ripples rushing back in, bouncing away from the extents of the basin.

They collide and converge

Did I make a difference ?? Or did I just blow life for a few moments..

The water looks back.

Do you want me to touch you again ?