Pelican Lake

Waxing light pierces the surface of the glass,

Deep, solid, crystal clear,

Daytime creeping along slowly

like a shimmering hand reaching out to the world,

This one time, as everything lay calm and still

the world becomes foreign and beautiful,

These precious moments of serenity

more innately sacred than any relic

fill the soul with a unique, complete contentment

and can be found nowhere else,

The moments flee without hesitation

for fear they might be stuck there forever,

Glass shatters into a million pieces, churning,

The light continues to grow

offering an idea of warmth as it tries to pierce the chaos

but the shallowness of the world is too deep

and light only passes through some before it is distorted and lost.

Reviews

[Carolynn]

I love your line "shallowness of the world is too deep" this is so sad but true, this is beautiful poetry - thank you for sharing it!