The pond

Quietly sitting,

 and maybe doing a little contemplating.

Tug on my jacket,

 and I can't help myself.

I have to smile.

Back again?

Turn my head,

 and sure enough she has returned.

Frown on her face,

 and questions echo in her eyes.

Still, 

  for once she hesitates.

Don't worry.

Ask.

"Why are you staring at the pond?"

I see myself.

"I don't understand."

Another story,

 and one whose time has came around.

See how the pond looks like the sky?

Ever wonder why?

Long ago,

 before my simple fellows arrived,

 the world was still finding itself.

Like us,

 she was unsure,

   and her children were confused.

Water was especially downhearted.

"Why?"

Water knew.

She would always be needed.

She would be greeted,

 and she would be cursed.

If she was scarce,

 people would plead for her return.

If she was too abundant,

 the blame fell on her.

So her mother told her,

 you can be what you want.

You can be solid,

 like your brother earth.

You can turn to vapor,

 and play with your brother air.

Also,

 you can see,

  and reflect your family in the sky.

"Then why do you look so sad?"

She can never find peace.

She breaks down her brother earth.

If she plays with brother air,

 who knows what will happen.

So she reflects the stars.

For awhile,

 we sit in silence.

Watching the ripples across the reflection.

Reviews

[Papaya]

Such a beautiful story Jon.

[Jon Roggie]

You realize the little girl was created for you.

[Papaya]

I do remember the girl that liked stories, yes. :)

[Papaya]

likes, not liked. :)

[Jon Roggie]

Thinking about trying some short stories. These would be two of the characters.

[Papaya]

Your stories are so good and you totally should. That's why I kept pushing you for more!

[Shannon]

Beautiful parable. The story teller, masterful look at the properties of water.... But romantically and tragically told.

[Jon Roggie]

Easy now. Just a ramble.

[Shannon]

Tomayto, tomahto.

I say it differently. See it differently too.