MIMIC

The lake mimicked both the trees
and the white wooden house
on the opposite shore,
and I stood there
tantalized by the stillness
of the waters, the beauty
of it all, not moving,
all so still, not reaching
for anything, just studying
the rest of the canvas,
till slowly a dark cloud
began to paint itself into
the upper left hand corner
of the picture. Dang it.
It happens every time,
doesn’t it?

© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2009