“She believes she is herself, which isn’t complete madness, it’s belief…
a surface of water in an uninhabited world…
you wouldn’t think of her form by thinking about water…”
–Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge
sidewalk portals still ponding
after the rain
shards reflect trunk & limbs
slight dawn of
sky peeks of pinks & blue
nimbus spring
scent of warm wood
steeps in still air
this morning my antithesis
falls
into the pooled mirror
a better universe
straddled between seasons
the spectre of
a looking glass I gaze in
& remember I am
water in a younger world
I could disappear in concentric ripples
Poem and photograph by Chell Navarro
I hold an MFA in Poetry from the University of Missouri-Kansas City. My publications include Lily Poetry Review, Typishly, Bear Review, and Sprung Formal among others. For more information go to https://www.chellnavarro.com.