So still; I sit and watch the Empty pond.
“Is an empty pond a Pond?”
“A body without a soul a Person?”
The thoughts Swim, like frogs, in the pond that is not a Pond;
But constitute a shifting of attitude, or is it perspective?
“A pond is a Pond by name if nothing else.”
Not acceptable — do not overemphasize a name
— it must not be given such power,
and Shakespeare would not approve.
The basin was a Pond when full, and empty,
it is a pond.
I sit, and watch.
That is at least without debate.
but petty, over-caffeinated, sleep-deprived thoughts race on.
The harsh dry-squeal-squeak of children’s screams
distract and force a broader consideration.
“Over there a playground.”
“A designated place of play.”
“If you are a child.”
I sit and listen.