Fragile

Fragile

I am as frail and broken
as my reflection in the water.
The image quivers and blurs
with the wind and the river's flow.

Its face distorts and the body
tears asunder, rupturing the heart,
and sending ripples
through the fragile torso.

Then clarity descends
as the water becomes still.
All is quiet and my mind
focuses on Life's blessings..

I take in fresh air and listen
to my hushed breaths.
The past moves downstream,
and the future has yet to arrive.

I see his image now,
in the rocky, uncut borders
of the river and the cool, shimmering
water of His calming glory.

Pat Nelson
February 8, 2009
Modified March 6, 2013