Could be a place you call home,
could be a place you call memory,
could be a mirror,
could be the path of a stone
sinking deep in winter water

All these clouds have gathered
to view themselves,
to feel their loft,
to lend the pond another layer
of depth and luminosity

We will go deep, too,
because we love to,
and we will float high
because we, too,
include the sky.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 3, 2019