a pool and its environs

By the pool
I am the
shadow of water
thrown over grass
like a net.

Among trees
I stumble
bramble tangled -
a young boy
reborn.

Walking
the rocks
I am a stone
fashioned from stone
complete as a stone.

Crossing
an open field
I am smudged
like water paints
by dark clouds.

Someone felled
and perched
a silver birch
on a branch of
a silver birch.

Like bonsai trees
the fungi cluster
vying for size
and colour.
Each one bitten.

Sand rises
around my feet
like water.
Only the marram
grass holds me.

Flowering sedge
water-mirrored
on marshy fingers
pointing me back
to the pool.

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