Waterhole

It flowed and coursed

As if water

Upon world

Where flotsam gather

–

Pond its mind

To rest and ponder

A pause to reflect

Life’s wonder

–

Miracles crossed

Its murky depth

Sending ripples

Across its breadth

–

With this truth

It  sparkled with light

Myriad thoughts

Did surface bright

–

Mystery recalls

Source of life

On its shores, succours

Hope and strife.

Cheung-Ling Wong

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