Funny how water can reflect things above

as well as the frame of mind

of those of us here below.

The surface is calm,

like a balm to assuage the rough surf

of a tempest-tossed brain--

as the rain when gently falling does,

when our peace of mind

is roiled and ruined.

A fleeting shower stipples

the smooth plane with  piercing pellets

water to water, reconciling,

recalling the diurnal pinpricks

of thorny incisions

of dark thoughts, deep thoughts.

A mischievous, roving breeze

pauses over the scene

to tango with the tide,

to waltz with the waves

inviting us to accept the invitation

to dance with goodwill and good wishes

and to make peace with the currents

and the  crosscurrents of our moods

with quiet acceptance and remembrance

of the times when the water rested quiet.