Clearing the Leaves from the Water Trough

I spread my hands 
apart along the skin 
of water to clear 
the leaves away. 
The gesture is 
the opposite 
of prayer. 
It is to brave 
unhope and accept 
what resolves.
The surface stills. 
I see my face, 
and beyond me, 
infinite blue. 
How do we thank 
such a world? 
I bring my hands, 
wet with sky,
to my lips. 
And I drink.






What could have been, my friend. ...