La Mer We Were

We were reflections

Upon a pond of ice

Shifting while moving

For an extended while

The white oak tree

Swallows within frames

A pixel of wants

Nothingness remains

Sorrow cascades

As sorrows do

With one eye open

Aend two eyes closed

Framework stutters

Scattered glassy shards

Smashed stainedglass windows

tears it away apart

By Aran Meredith

November 2021