Even the Water

Even the water wants to preserve this

Reflection is its blind way of painting;

The world can be a frightened, dumb abyss

In which seeming is confused with being

But yonder window glows with knowing light

Before too long, you will not be looked at

But seen, and understood with warm delight

Perhaps acknowledged by the haughty cat

For you have been away, among the they

A sign illegible, not a symbol

What it was like for you to be, this day

The throng cared less than would fill a thimble

But home you are, and the water knows well

That home aches for the tale you have to tell